What started not so well with the switch from the orphanage program in the teaching one, ended surprisingly very sad. I had little teaching experience before starting to teach English to my baby class at the Fort Portal School in Uganda; 2 and 3 years old baby chickens. I usually… Read More →
It should have been the WEEKEND. One of the best in Uganda. Down to only three fellows for the whole weekend – a Romanian, a Minnesota girl and an Aussie-german mate, the plan was perfect on the paper. Saturday night going out till morning in a Comfort Zone, getting drunk on Sunday and going as… Read More →
I am an active person. At least I am thinking about myself this way. But not to use big words like active; I believe, trying not to stay much time in the same place would sound better. Because it seems I get bored pretty fast and in certain circumstances can… Read More →
Bodo-boda is the main transportation mean in Uganda. It’s a motorcycle in translation. The term comes from border to border; before the motorcycle, they used the bikes to go to the borders of the other countries. The term got shortened and the bicycle replaced with second hand Japanese motorcycle. Actually,… Read More →