The Artsaypunk

At Anna and Mike’s school we are in a fairly remote area of Uganda. In order to get anywhere, especially 45 minutes to the nearest town to get internet access, you have to flag down transport on the side of the road. This is so foreign to me coming from Pakistan, where I would hitch [...]

For our trip to Queen Elizabeth National Park (similar to Queen Victoria Park, but less stuffy) we decided to hire a driver for the day. We settled on a guy named Wilson, who does a lot of driving for Anna’s school, agreed to pick us up at 5 AM (I didn’t even know there was [...]

So I was doing a little more laundry, just a small load this time… I’ve learned that clothes can be worn for much longer and dirtier when you’re washing them yourself. Anyway, the laundry soap my sister uses is called Nomi and one of their slogans is “Cleans even the invisible stains.” This strikes me [...]

Well, I was really missing servants this morning. I sat with my sister, in the shade of the outhouse, washing my clothes in a basin. Slowly, it dawned on me why my servants always throw down my folded shirts with such disdain. Washing clothes is one pain in the ass. My hands are actually sore [...]

So I’m not on Safari afterall. That means more blogging. This blog is like a mistress, except more demanding, (as if I know what I’m talking about). But seriously, here I am in the middle of Africa. I just walked from my sister’s village school, out to the road, flagged down some guy in a [...]

I forgot about this part of the rafting trip. As we were eating breakfast in the morning before we shipped out, I told Mike that if I was going to die on the Nile river, then I wanted to go down happy, so my main goal was to get into a raft full of hot [...]

My brother in law, Mike, and I went white-water rafting on the Nile the other day. Jinja is the debated “Source of the Nile,” although a Rawandan will tell you that it starts on the other side of Lake Victoria (But I trust them about as far as I can trow them (which, actually, would [...]

Man! Africa is something else! After living in an urban sprawl in the middle of a desert, this is quite a switch. Everything is so alive. Even in the city, birds and animals are screeching all over the place. Even the air seems alive… with insects mostly. I slept under a mosquito net for the [...]