I write to you from the Red Chilli Hideaway in Kampala. It’s HOT here and there are pretty girls aplenty, both domestic and imported. I haven’t slept in 24 hours and must still navigate the city to get a number of errands run. No photos to share with you, but Andrew has several posted on his site.
The gorilla permits have been obtained, and tomorrow we head off to Murchison Falls to raft down the Nile and shriek in fear of wild chimpanzees. I will continue to try to blog about it all, but I promise nothing!
Okay we’re off. Andrew and I are strapped in and ready to go. Check out his website for a photo of us in the plane!
As the great Schiavo debate continues below, I just wanted to share with everyone a new review of my last book, this time in University of Toronto Quarterly. Let’s just say it wasn’t too flattering.
Meanwhile, I’ve managed to get almost all of my pending tasks completed! Yayyy! That means I can ship off to Europe this weekend for a few days of ostentatious tourism, followed by a lengthy flight to Uganda, whereupon I and two good buddies, Sean and Andrew, will trek through the jungle in search of the elusive and rare mountain gorilla, at which point we will feast upon its endangered flesh and claim its hide as our trophy, after engaging in some Abu Ghraib-style recreation, monkey-stylee.
Seriously, we are indeed trekking for gorillas in the Ugandan jungle. After paying our enormous permit, the government will provide us with a guide, a graduate student who records the gorillas’ doings (and possibly our doings –who knows what he is a student of?) and an armed guard. I ain’t kidding myself, though: if there’s any kind of trouble, I fully expect the guard to shoot one of us before he shoots the gorilla. The gorilla is way more valuable.