Stories from my time in Uganda, and stories from other times as well. Some poetry here and there.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Very quickly you get used to the smell of B.O. and woodsmoke...! Especially in the district courthouse where I work. Ugandans are some of the nicest people I've ever met, and I feel much safer here than I did in Morocco (and DC at times), but, damn, they need to invest in deodorant!
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