Hello again... right, never made it to Zanzibar, and had a better time for it. The coach isn't running (its low season at the mo), we didn't fancy the stopover in Nairobi (although we've now found a friend with a hotel there, damn), and the flight was beyond our budget....
So instead, we went to the Ssese Islands in Lake Victoria - just a few hours south of Kampala, but frankly a completely different world*. After a few nights at a hotel where we were the only guests (low season again), and a few The Shining type moments, aided by Patrick the nightwatchman sorting us out some doobage, we ended up on an even smaller island, inhabited by its Muzungu** owner and some odd bloke with a beard as the only guest.
Mr Mzungu welcomed us off our fishing boat with a cup of coffee fortified with 80% proof banana schnapps. And then the next ten days continued in that vein; our own banda hut, our own private beach, a small pack of dogs, dinner every night accompanied by the banana schnapps and a very, very, very, very big plastic bag of smoking things.
Both Gwyn and I managed to have a whitey in the first two days. Then we managed to lose track of time a bit, and forgot to get on a few fishing boats back to the mainland. My Kampalan friend's departure back to the UK is pretty much the only thing that brought us back to civilization before we went fully native. That and Gwyn wants to wear her Man Utd shirt this week. No idea why.
So back in the city again, planning on where to go next... Murchison Falls and Lake Mbara i think, before working on a tan and getting back to a new boss in London . Oh the joy. Anyway, if you ever find yourself needing a remote island, just 9 hours from London, I know just the place.
i hasten to add that most of the Ssese Islands have an 80-100% HIV infection rate, which is nice.
** "white man"
Thank you for the birthday greetings and all that. Andrew, I'll try and get a phone hooked up soon, but internet connections are frankly rubbish in most places, and they don't often let you connect an external drive to anything that could get infected.
Hello again... right, never made it to Zanzibar, and had a better time for it. The coach isn't running (its low season at the mo), we didn't fancy the stopover in Nairobi (although we've now found a friend with a hotel there, damn), and the flight was beyond our budget....
So instead, we went to the Ssese Islands in Lake Victoria - just a few hours south of Kampala, but frankly a completely different world*. After a few nights at a hotel where we were the only guests (low season again), and a few The Shining type moments, aided by Patrick the nightwatchman sorting us out some doobage, we ended up on an even smaller island, inhabited by its Muzungu** owner and some odd bloke with a beard as the only guest.
Mr Mzungu welcomed us off our fishing boat with a cup of coffee fortified with 80% proof banana schnapps. And then the next ten days continued in that vein; our own banda hut, our own private beach, a small pack of dogs, dinner every night accompanied by the banana schnapps and a very, very, very, very big plastic bag of smoking things.
Both Gwyn and I managed to have a whitey in the first two days. Then we managed to lose track of time a bit, and forgot to get on a few fishing boats back to the mainland. My Kampalan friend's departure back to the UK is pretty much the only thing that brought us back to civilization before we went fully native. That and Gwyn wants to wear her Man Utd shirt this week. No idea why.
So back in the city again, planning on where to go next... Murchison Falls and Lake Mbara i think, before working on a tan and getting back to a new boss in London . Oh the joy. Anyway, if you ever find yourself needing a remote island, just 9 hours from London, I know just the place.
** "white man"
Thank you for the birthday greetings and all that. Andrew, I'll try and get a phone hooked up soon, but internet connections are frankly rubbish in most places, and they don't often let you connect an external drive to anything that could get infected.