Idi Amin. That is who I thought of as soon as I thought of Uganda. …
Minibus trips of shame 3
With dawn still half an hour away, I crawled out from under the mosquito net …
Minibus trips of shame 2
Just as I was about to say yes to cross-eyed man and his dodgy car, …
Minibus trips of shame 1
The three musketeers hit the road again, lugging backpacks to the minibus station a …
Zomba plateau
In the taxi, the driver bopped to reggae, the dashboard informed us that ‘Don’t worry, …
The Shire
Zomba plateau towered in the distance as we got ready to board the boat, tied …
Cape Maclear
Sam and I had been joined by my 21 year old niece, Juliette, who had …
The lake of stars
Our destination, Likomo Island, looked like it belonged in the South Pacific, except with baobabs. …
A trip of unpleasant surprises
At sunset, Sam and I wobbled up to the ferry stop, back packs slung low. …
Mushroom Farm Part 2
The next day we planned to go for a walk to the nearby village of …