My birthday. Probably the best one I ever had since I was ten years old and my friend Declan and I had to carry a massive tarpaulin down the street back to his house. What we did with the tarpaulin I’m not entirely sure but it’s one of those memories you randomly recollect at odd times. So anyway, I know this is a belated entry but I thought I would trek back in time as I’m on my journey home.
July 14th 2010. It wasn’t an overly happy day as we were still reeling from the July 11th terrorist attacks in Kampala. It was a little bit too close to home and almost everyone knew someone that had passed away, myself included. Kampala is a small city once you’ve been there a while. I think it hit me so hard because it was just too close, I wasn’t worried for myself I mean we were safely in the bush. I was worried for people that I couldn’t get hold of, the families and friends of my friends and for everyone in Uganda who I hadn’t met. I was worried for the country and what lie ahead in Uganda’s future, and the hardest thing for me is not being here for the people I care about.
But I digress! My birthday actually turned out great all things considering. Comfort, Whisper, Conrad, Roger, my dog and myself trekked up to Nkozi Hill. Carrying nothing but whiskey, red wine and a packet of Pringles we watched the sunset and talked, laughed and enjoyed each other’s company. At one point Comfort disappeared to get firewood, being the Ninja that he is he came back with a tree. We spent the night sitting around the fire talking about god knows what until it got too late, too cold and the fire started to die down. It’s one of my favourite memories.
That hill is easy to get up, insanely difficult to slide down when you’ve had a bit too much to drink.
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