Lira

day one;

i was told that the north was a harsh dry and arid place, i can assure you what is see is the furthest from that so called truth. it's green serene almost too calm to believe. the weather is mild, the people are amazing. how many times do you get a boba-boda guy who knows the word 'proprietor'??? (NEVER! at least, never in Kampala).
the people are of a fairer tone (OK lets be honest, you can't help but notice people do look a little darker), but OMG! they are so warm and kind, not to mention even the simplest of B&B's have staff that exude a level of professionalism that can only be described as AMAZING (was in white house....not bad, also heard of Santa solo).
like all upcountry towns, things start rather late and end rather early, you're awakened by the loud churning of bus engines as they get ready to head to kampala, this was around 6am (yeeiishhhh k'la is up and running by 3am, still pretty early if you ask me). the hotel bar closed at 11:30pm can you believe it? (yes it was a tuesday night but gosh that's still rather early... i was just warming up.. kidding-upcountry beer always tastes funny to me...)

day two

i forgot to carry socks, you will not believe how self-conscious am feeling in these black shoes (wait... ALL FIXED, had to dash up to the room and swap them for some open shoes). the weather is nice, VERY SUNNY but sunny good, not sunny-remind-you-ur-broke like kampala.

day three

sam my big brother wants me to buy him 3 jogo's (huge cockerels, i realised writting cocks would be a lil' i don't know... u sick minds!).. and trust me you are not as surprised as i was. yooo....am afraid of those things, sitting with them that is. would much rather eat them (asander mkqrwekane get out of my head!!!) ooops...where did that come from?
hey this is supposed to be a traveller's digest about Lira but i find myself stuck in this hotel, i can't wait to move around...
btw... its 10am and the workshop hasn't even started.. it was supposed to start at 8am but as you can imagine we have like 7 participants from the districts, that's like 7 out of 35. (i cant even see that as a percentage in my head!!)

day four,

Woooiiii.... dios... Inzi.... Krap...i have the runs!!!
am in trouble, just imagine we were just leaving for lunch when my stomach decided to remind me she is still the queen beyotch!! it hurt from the core of my being... the ride back to the hotel was simply too friggn' painful, you should have seen me running up those stairs...you! the key thankfully did not get stuck in the lock and jam to open...
you know the worst thing about a running stomach, even when you krap you still don't get any relief, just a new kind of fear of oh u best believe it's coming back anytime soon... round 2 ding ding!!
so far i have been to the toilet almost five times in the last hour alone, and it just seems to be getting worse. went out to the pharmacy and bought some immodiums (MAJOR FIX)....
kika, my feet are all chappy, dry and i have dry patches all over my feet where the skin is drying and flaking of...incredibly scary if u axe me.

Day five,

finally i get to step out of the hotel.... nice town, dusty as hell though, must be because of the sun shining too brightly atimes (still kick ass if u ask me compared to k'la weather). i carried a beautiful mind along (autobio about John Nash the famous crazy mathematician...TOTAL BORE!) the town is pretty much like any other in Ug, nice people who tend to keep to themselves...busy and bustling...
i can see a hotel with aircon units in each room...yay! (shut up paris hilton!)...mental note practice humility....