Monthly Archives: July 2012

2 Month Recap.

It’s fair to say that I came to Uganda understanding very little, or rather knowing very little, about Africa at all.  I applied and took this internship based on the revival of an old dream of working in development (rooted in the immigration process and a need to understand my own heritage), the opportunity to […]

Walking into Spiderwebs…

Apparently I needed an escape from my escape from life. After being bombarded with work on Friday (a good thing – all fun and interesting work), some mediocre Indian-Chinese food, and miraculously uneventful milkshakes with the family, some friends and I awoke well before dawn for an island adventure. Still nursing a nasty cold and […]

in and around KLA.

Libya in Kampala

In an effort to try and see more of Kampala, I went to visit the Muammar Gaddafi National Mosque in Old Kampala after work. It was as opulent and beautiful as it was ironic. Majestic, no doubt, but it’s a weird thought, admiring the manifestation of Idi Amin’s dream, made possible by Muammar Gaddafi’s money.  […]

I give you my heart.

Just because I’m the lame friend among our group of interns here doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy Kampala’s truly excellent nightlife from time to time.  Above is Kampala, as seen from our director’s home in Mbuya.  On a clear day, you can see all the way to Lake Victoria.  Sooo… what do I need to […]


During our lunch break yesterday, some co-workers and I stopped by one of the Watoto orphanages.  One my fellow interns knew a volunteer there, who invited him to visit and to learn more about volunteering with them.  We visited their baby hospital in the center of town, where they keep mostly children under 2, many […]

Fort Portal and Crater Lakes: Stories

A slow, suspicious transformation has, as of this weekend, become complete: I am officially outdoorsy. I promise, I promise that one of these days I’ll talk about my dailies, my internship, living in Kampala, but things have reached a comfortable medium where it feels more like, who wants to hear about me staying late at […]