Making your own luck and leaving Uganda Uganda had treated my quite badly, it had stolen my stuff, promised me jobs which were not real, begged for money and filled my lungs with red dust and car fumes. Every day I risked my life on boda bodas to avoid the hideous traffic and places which… Read More »
I found a message in a bottle on the beach at Dar es Salaam. For 54 years I have been hoping to find a message in a bottle. Every summer of my childhood was spent with my Great Grandmother in Pembrokeshire and every time we were on the beach, we would keep an eye out… Read More »
I had this idea that Coco Beach would be really really busy on a Sunday but by the time I had got the taxi there, there was almost nobody on the beach. In fact there were probably more stall holders and hawkers there than customers. I stated at the far end and walked the length… Read More »
Tired of Stone Town hawkers, I decided to leave the narrow lanes behind me and head up country to see what the rest of the island had to offer. Sadly I had not thought to bring my driving licence and so this was going to be tricky. At the tourist office, they rightly rejected me.… Read More »
Since childhood when I first heard the name Zanzibar, I have always imagined the most exotic faraway land, somewhere unattainable. Now I am in Dar es Salaam, it’s only a couple of hours on the fast ferry and distinctly attainable. The 9:30am was full and I sat up front, in the open, plastered in factor… Read More »
The Honorable Henry Ssewanya asked for my help to raise some money to buy some bee hives for his community near Masaka. So I did – I raised enough for a dozen of them and then, before releasing the money, I wanted to go to see the proposed site for the project. I had seen… Read More »