Check it out: one of my books is being sold on Ebay!
Here’s a story about how the majority of condoms in India are being made into saris!
Click here to see George W. Bush rap about the draft.
Meanwhile, we sink deepere into the looking glass, as a US general admits he approved “extreme interrogation techniques” in Iraq, yet no one seems to care.
And for all of you who love science and its role as the foundation of our civilization, this op-ed from Scientific American is required reading.
Neil H. sends us this article about free speech being muzzled in Canada, and Linda G-F sends us this cartoon from The New Yorker:
And with that, I’m off to bed. Still severely jet-lagged, you see.
Hello. I know many of you are waiting for photos from my African adventure, but you’ll just have to wait! I’m much too busy and the batteries in my camera are dead, so I can’t transfer any images yet! Stay tuned, though….
You know, this was my very first trip after which I did not actually look forward to coming home. Uganda was fascinating and charming, but I actually regret not spending more time in Europe. My pace, sense of style and aesthetic found a home there. Zoom airlines will be introducing cheap flights between Toronto and Cardiff in the Fall, so maybe I’ll be spending more time there soon.
We got back to London Friday night and revelled in drinkable tap water and dust-free clothes, though the sudden increase in pricing (relative to Uganda) was sobering. Hence I remained sober. And yesterday afternoon I finally returned to Canada. Right now I’m on a VIA train to Ottawa, and will upload photos once I regain access to my sweet, sweet electronic toys.
As most of you know, I’m a fairly experiened traveller, and several of my journeys have lasted many months. Yet this comparatively petite journey of 3 weeks feels like it has lasted months, and I think it’s because each and every day was packed with activities from the break of dawn to the wee hours of the evening. In a word: overstimulation.
Okay, the undergrads in front of me are having the most annoyingly banal conversation, so I need to end this entry and retreat unto sweet, sweet unconciousness. Later.
(Note: Before reading this post, please consult the very serious Deonandan.com disclaimer.)
Back in Kampala and functioning on 3 hours of sleep. Am barely awake in the Webcity internet cafe, so not sure if this post will make much sense. See, I stayed up too late watching David Lynch’s Mulholland Drive last night. What a fucked movie. Some of the best lesbian sex scenes I’ve ever seen, though, and I don’t even like that sort of thing! A good time had by all.
Today my compatriots and I hired a car and driver which will take us to Bwindi national park on Monday, whereupon we will begin our 5 hour trek into the forest, known as one of the most impenetrable in the world, in search of the elusive and endangered mountain gorilla. Andrew is pressing for us to hire porters for our trek. Ordinarily I’d rebuke such a suggestion, but I’m so fatigued from travel and from the heat that it’s starting to sound like a pretty good idea.
Unfortunately it seems unlikely that I’ll get a chance to visit any of the HIV clinics I’d planned on seeing. Guess this trip is going to be all tourism.
So far so good, though. Uganda is beautiful, her people genuine, honest and warm, and its streets safe and navigable. No complaints here!