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Reality check back in Jinja

Photo courtesy: John Hanson – Creative Commons

My last night in Uganda was back in Jinja. I was heading into Kenya again. I stayed with an African family that night who made me realise how friendly Uganda was. I had got to know more locals than any other country in spite of only spending a couple of weeks there. Continue reading Reality check back in Jinja

On safari in Uganda

Elephant – Photo courtesy: Daryona – Wikimedia.org

It was a sad state of affairs when I grew tired of seeing hippopotamus in Murchison Falls Game Park. They were as thick as thieves in the game park. It was a feeling similar to Kenya when I stopped taking notice of zebra because they appeared to be everywhere. Continue reading On safari in Uganda

Crocodile country – Murchison Falls Game Park

Murchison Falls: Photo courtesy: sarahemcc – Wikimedia.org

After my memorable Masindi stay, I met up with the Nile again and another piece of luck. I was invited to stay with the park’s warden and his wife and had my first taste of African cooking.

It may seem strange to be in Africa for nearly two months and not having tried African food (except mandazi), but I was addicted to spicy food and there was no shortage of Indian restaurants.

My second piece of luck was Continue reading Crocodile country – Murchison Falls Game Park

A race from a rhino

South of Nairobi and close to the border with Tanzania, was Amboseli Game Park with a view of Mt Kilamanjaro over the boarder.

This was a bird watchers paradise but for me, the thrill was spotting a pride of lion. Continue reading A race from a rhino

Kenya’s capital

Photo courtesy: Chuckupd – wikimedia.org

After over five weeks on the coast, it was time to venture inland. Kenya, along the Mombasa to Nairobi highway, was a journey through a wonderland. Baobab trees and sisal plantations dotted the landscape. Elephants were a common sight along the side of the road. Continue reading Kenya’s capital

Lamu

I rallied north from Mombasa almost to the border with Somalia. At the end of the bus ride, I sailed by dhow on the final leg around the bend to Lamu Island. It seemed as if I had left an Indian island with no cars (Rameswaram) and arrived at another trafficless destination where mules were the only form of transport. Continue reading Lamu