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When I am alone, my nationality becomes a publicly (though not by me) enjoyed guessing game. Most often, surprisingly, they get my ethnic roots right: Chinese. The local word for that is “china” or “mchina” (which in Kiswahili means one chinese, wacheena means plural chinese). So I get calls of that along with some mzungu calls. Although, when you are alone, it seems like they know you’ve been around town for long enough (so that you are not scared to […]
<!– @page { margin: 0.79in } P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } –> As I mentioned before when talking about the matatus, there are two huge taxi parks in Kampala. We mostly went to the old one because that is where our matatu going home starts. Crowded, dirty, grossly muddy when raining, it still has it’s own charms. Maybe not that many. But growing up in Hong Kong, I actually enjoy the hustle and bustle once in a while, at least […]
