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Thursday, 1 September 2011

Arty farty

Many of you will have heard this story before, so I do apologise for repeating myself, but I was reminded of it again tonight.

Soon after arriving in Colombia, a group of us travelled to the quaint colonial town of Villa de Leyva. It was a beautiful day in the land of eternal spring, and we sat in a sunny courtyard drinking wine with our lunch. Inevitably, the first bottle soon ran out and was replaced with a second, a third and who knows how many more.

As the sun set, we decided that we really ought to move, if only to browse the small craft shops in the courtyard. Bolstered with the false confidence that only 6 glasses of Chilean red can give you, I decided to try out my new acquired Spanish with a few of the locals. So proud of myself was I for conversing about art in a foreign language, that I decided to purchase a painting.

I still have it now ... and let's just say that you should never buy art under the influence of alcohol!

Tonight, at a fundraising art show, I was in no such danger. I wonder if anybody has red-stickered the $1200 on the painting of a gorilla playing the flute!



Saturday, 4 June 2011

A quiet weekend in Kampala

I'm enjoying another of Uganda's long weekends - it seems that barely a month passes without a day off for something or other. I believe Friday was Martyr's Day. I had to change my plans at the last minute as although I have more or less recovered from last week's unwelcome feature of 'Malaria Returns', I am still in no fit state for the 60km bike ride to Lake Albert that I had hoped to do. Especially since the planned 60km bike rides are notorious for turning into 80 or 90km epics!

Instead, I rose early on Friday morning and drove across town for a healing yoga session. Afterwards, I promptly undid the morning's good work with a yummy pain au chocolat from the Belgian patisserie. Apparently I should be avoiding wheat in order to detoxify my body. Sod that! I am a firm believer in 'a little of what you fancy does you good'. And anyway, I needed the energy for the big sunscreen hunt - 6 shops later and I found some. By the afternoon I needed a nap, but I'm not sure whether I was tired from the yoga or just exasperated by the fact that in a city with some 40 000 Muzungus (I may be plucking that figure from mid air, but am sure I've heard it before) it is still a mission to find sunscreen.

Today I headed to the LaBa Street Art Festival. It's one of those lovely Kampala events that brings everybody out . I enjoyed browsing through the art on display, mentally spending a few hundred dollars, but actually walking away with a few candles and postcards.

My day of culture continued in the evening at the National Theatre. Originally written as a radio play, The Cow Needs A Wife, is a Ugandan comedy about a man in a village who gets his girlfriend pregnant, so raises the cash to buy a cow for her dowry ... only for her to reject him. My favourite part was when they try to organise a highfalutin party and the biggest status symbol they can think of is hiring 60 white plastic chairs brilliant! Click on the link above for a listen - it had me and the audience giggling along!

Sunday, 13 February 2011

What a load of old rubbish?

Look at what we came across on today's walk. It looks like some kind of artwork, all made out of old rubbish, to promote sports in Uganda. The spelling is a little worrying, considering it was in the grounds of a university.

Marabou storks thankfully DO NOT deliver babies!

Baby Marabou Storks - they are fluffier but NOT cute!

Or you will get Maribou Storks around ...

Amateur Boxing Association is what they were trying to say!

Except it is outdoors!

Game of chass anyone?

TURG of War???


Prosperous enough to buy a dictionary?




A space for the Kabaka




And also a space for the president!
This was too good not to share. The artist must be a dedicated soul to root through all the feral garbage!