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Published: October 21st 2006
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Goodbye...
Two months with my own room and my own bed...ah I'm gonna miss that place. Well my time in Uganda (about 9 weeks) and Africa has finally come to an end 😞, and I have to say that it has been one of the best experiences in my life. I'll never forget my time with the kin kids, and hopefully one day I will make it back there. If I were at a different point in my life, and if I could make money doing it, I doubt I would have left. However if ever you want to know my new opinion on foreign aid buy me a couple drinks one night and get ready for a rant. It's not all bad, but well....like I said a couple drinks first.
While I was sad to go, I was excited for the re-union to happen in Thailand. In preparation for the much talked about event I had a good couple of nights out in Kampala leaving me with a two day hang over. I am pretty sure that I have not felt that bad after drinking since Liam's party that one fateful year. To know what happened all you have to know is that the irish pub had free drinks for 2 hours and free food
Goodbye...
Douglas, Ssebagala and I just hanging out... while playing the curry cup rugby final. Messy. I have to say that I am going to miss all of those who I had met in Kampala and I still owe the army boys one of those stupid tequila 'trick' drinks.
With the weekend behind me I spent Sunday and much of monday morning in bed. Louisa, who came by on Sunday kindly informed all the kids that brother was sick and not to bother me. No it's not malaria, just some 'stomach' troubles. Uncle Ben was extremely worried about me and what my parents were going to think when I got back home; I did not tell them that I am travelling around the world. On wednesday night the kids sang for me like they do for all the other visitors (I'm gonna miss the moonlighty song), and then on wednesday I hopped in a cab to the airport for my flight to Addis Ababba and then to Bangkok. All was going well until about 45 minutes in when the pilot came on to say that we will be landing in Nairobi in about 20 minutes. I thought interesting...must be a mistake. I kindly asked the flight attendant
Cooking...
People of Ugandan speak Chapat...can't wait to open my rolex stand on Granville street. if we were landing in Nairobi and he said yes. I then asked him if we will be going on to Ethiopia and he said no. Now I wasn't sure what to think but given the lack of security at Entebbe airport and the fact that I was flying with Ehtiopian Airways (not the greatest) I figured that yes it was possible that I had gotten on the wrong flight. The thought of staying a night in Nairobi made me gringe and so I was extremely thankful to find out that the flight attendant was lying (or just didn't know) and that after picking up a few more passengers we were indeed flying into Addis Abbaba. After quite a long flight where at one point the flight attendant came on to say that if you wanted any drinks to help yourself I was landing in Bangkok and immediately struck by the modernity of the place and the lack of black people. With the number of white tourists and Thai people I really felt like I had simply arrived back in vancouver.
After waiting two hours in a line-up to get a visa and then learning that I did not
Cooking...
Teaching me how to make Chapati. Something I had to learn before I left. need a visa, it turned out that I only needed to wait about 15 minutes before Lush was coming out of the arrivals gates. Driving to Khao San Road, again I was struck by the quality of the roads, the size of the buildings and the fact that drivers here actually obey traffic laws like driving in between lines - though in fairness to Uganda, there were no lines on the road. Other striking features of Bangkok: there is power any time of the day you want which means there are things like cold drinks, freezers, ice cream, fans. There is running water. There are no generator sounds. I was also pleasantly surprised to find out that there still are boda-bodas, although I am sure they are not called that here. Anyway with it being our first night back together it was only fitting that we should celebrate. The fact that neither of us had had anything to eat that day except for our airplane breakfast did not factor into our calculations and so it should be no surprise that we did not get out of bed until 17:00 bringing back memories of the good 'ol Rio days. I was
Goodbye
Frankie and I... also able to enjoy my first lazy day (not leaving the hostel) in a long time. SHould be an interesting next couple of weeks....
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Michal
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I'm really interested in your views on foreign aid....a couple of drinks it is. You know, whenever you're back in the country :) I'm also interested in your cooking abilities....what IS that?