You can never have too many African bus stories. Another African Bus... I board the bus to Rwanda rather satisfied with myself. I'm catching the 1AM overnight bus from Kampala to Kigali after having splurged a whole extra 10,000 shillings (equivalent to about 6USD, but that means a night in dorm housing in Africa as well) for the 1AM bus as opposed to paying just 20,000 shillings for the 3AM bus. I even booked early on in the day so I was sitting in Seat 7, second row opposite the driver - Score! (you know you've been in Africa for too [View Full Entry]

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We sit in a bus from Kampala bound for Masindi in North Uganda, but this bus is not moving. Oh no, quite the opposite - the bus is actually stuck in deep mud on some dirt road in the middle of nowhere, and it has been stuck for about an hour. A flash storm sends sheets of rain our way as Uganda does during its wet season. The aisles are filled with produce, boxes, and people, and the floor of the bus, now Lake Crisco, is covered in oil leaking from one of said boxes. A baby cries and people shout. [View Full Entry]

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"All clinics should have a protocol for all rape victims plus any person man or woman who wakes up in the morning realizing they have been stupid... Next month I will look at post exposure prophylaxis for rape and waking up in the morning realizing you have been stupid... Rape may be emotionally and psychologically horrific but the wrong boy friend can be equally dangerous medically. If you are raped or wake up in the morning realizing you have been stupid, see a doctor immediately. "There are a small number of young, educated, non monogamous, non celibate men who are high [View Full Entry]

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I realize I have been posting but not really actually on anything I have been doing here in Uganda. So I'm going to be lazy and do this: I go to Jinja on the spur after spending the morning marching in the Ugandan Independence Day Parade for the President at the local airstrip with Sam, who I had met about thirty minutes ago having breakfast at the hostel. Sam is 26, from Manchester, and teaches mathematics although he looks as far as you can get from a math teacher. He is also as tan as you can get for a Mzungu [View Full Entry]

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The Ugandan wet season rain pours down in sheets as we huddle under an awning outside the main post office on Kampala Road but the sun still shines. I am here to send a few packages overseas, to test the competence of Posta Uganda. It is my first day in Kampala, my first day in East Africa after a month on the Dark Continent. Shoulder to shoulder we stand while scanning the sides where small vendors have set up bizarre stands selling nothing but "Success in your Exams" greeting cards (whose covers feature white couples pre-porn shag in 80s jean cut-offs [View Full Entry]

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It can all be explained - I've come down to Durban with Dr. Tim and Rob for a two-day AIDS conference. However, that I find myself entering South Africa for the third time in a month is mind-boggling. (How I find myself staying in a old people's retirement community is comical to say the least, but at least I have had some time to think.) What do you think of when you think of viable destinations in Africa? If you're like most people I know, South Africa pops up first. Images of the cafes and bars in Capetown swirl with thoughts [View Full Entry]

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If the bullet enters through the head and combusts in the brain, I see the eyeballs of the impala are squished out of its sockets. If the bullet enters through the eyes, I don't see the eyes at all but a black space in the face. And if the bullet enters at the right part in the back of the brain, I see the brains actually a mess outside of the skull. I met Micky while shooting the clay pigeons the other day, and I didn't know he was being serious about letting us come culling impala with him. Micky is [View Full Entry]

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Amy: So what's there to do in Swaziland? Rob: Mmmm... not much really I guess Amy: Uhhmm... OK then Rob: It'll be fun. We'll figure it out when you get here Amy: I guess I'll come tomorrow then A day later I find myself in Big Bend, a small town on the east side of Swaziland in Lebombo, clay-pigeon shooting with some really large bushmen. So I guess Swaziland wasn't really planned until the day before I came. I don't know I will be staying with the really cool Dr. Tim in his house with Rob, his wife, and two kids. [View Full Entry]

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It is around 10pm and we’ve stopped at Ultra City, a gas station complex near Middelburg en route from Nelspruit to Joburg, for coffee and cigarettes for the men, a Kit Kat for myself. After resting a bit in the Steers adjacent to the gas station, we meander back into the parking lot towards the Pajero which has suffered unbelievably two flat tires at the hands of two fat nails on our trip to Mozambique. As we near the vehicle, a scrawny black man in a blue custodian outfit is sweeping up nearby. His head raises and seeing Tony he asks [View Full Entry]

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If it’s one dive trip to be without my cameras, it had to be this one. The one where humpback whales swim up to your boat with their calves in tow. The one where bottleneck dolphins escort you through the waves to your dive sites. The one where loggerhead turtles and 8m long whale sharks laze on the water next to you during surface times. Diving in Mozambique is something special. On my first dive to Manta Reef we saw humpbacks, whale sharks, dolphins, turtles, mantas, and 2-meter long white-tip sharks. By the end of the day our boat no longer [View Full Entry]

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