Three layovers, four flight meals and some twenty hours later, I arrived to Bujagali Falls in the dead of the night. Three heavy roller bags and myself were dropped off at Mama Ali’s door step. I excitedly waited as Ali, Araphat and Mama Ali emerged from the house. Hugs from my family was just the […]Read more "72 Hours Back in Buja"
Mzungu One of the first words I learned was Mzungu (white person). As I travel from village to village on the back of a boda (motorcycle taxi), this is a word I hear repeatedly. Kids of all ages run to the road and warmly yell, “Hello Mzungu, Byyyeee.” It is like they are taught this […]Read more "“lows will have their compliment of highs”"