come! smell the fish.

i’ll be on a plane departing from entebbe in less than 15 hours.

in the past four days of traveling, i’ve eaten ethiopian food, indian food, and chinese food. i have not eaten any american food (if such a thing exists) or ugandan food. i guess i had some pizza. maybe that’s ‘mer‘can.

i’ve seen the children in kitgum, the rain in gulu, and a small fishing village on lake victoria in entebbe.







when every person that you meet could probably be subject to a couple of pages of commentary after only first impressions—when every person has an elaborate backstory of hopes, expectations, wishes, disappointments, and successes—it’s hard to know which particular one to write about at a given moment.

when it’s 1:30am and you decide that you’re getting too old for such hours (at least when in africa), you don’t worry about who you’re going to write about. you just say ‘eh… i’ll write some things later.’

and then you say goodbye, africa.

goodbye, Africa.