As I walked into the hotel it felt like I was walking onto a beautiful film set , where time had stood still. Just off the main road in/out of Masindi, stood this rather charming, quaint building with a colonial feel, stocked with lush green gardens, and a very spacious open atrium bar. The staff , who were incredibly friendly and hospitable, also seemed like characters from a film set.
'Jambo', which means 'hello', is a Swahili word which I'd learnt from my father, who was born in Uganda. He used to speak about Uganda as if it were a mystical place, which mother nature had bestowed bountifully; a place which was lush and green, where anything could grow.
It recently occurred to me that with all this traveling I’ve been doing, I’ve had to say good bye to so many places and wonderful people, whether people I’ve met on my journey or the lovely friends and relatives I left behind at home. Each time I leave, I never know if or when I will ever see someone again or return to the same place, as my future is still a great big mystery to me. Alas one person that I never got the chance to say farewell to was Shiribai Bandali, my Dadima (paternal grandmother in Kutchi), who sadly passed away unexpectedly after catching pneumonia while I was in Argentina.
If you happen to mention that you're visiting Buenos Aires to anyone in the Tango community, you will probably get at least one recommendation of a place to visit. Of course once you arrive, you realise that everyone has different preferences and expectations, and things change all the time. If you happen to mention that you're visiting Buenos Aires to anyone in the Tango community, you will probably get at least one recommendation of a place to visit. Of course once you arrive, you realise that everyone has different preferences and expectations, and things change all the time.
As I've wandered around the streets in the Barrio (or the neighborhood) what struck me immediately was what a musical city it is generally. I've noticed quite a number of people who just whistle away tunes loudly as they walk down the street, and sometimes even sing at the top of their voices like opera singers, and no matter what time of day or night, I often hear music of all genres from people's houses right down the street. Perhaps Almagro, where I'm staying just happens to be a musical area
Having covered approximately 9026 miles across 6 countries using various modes of transportation including cars, boats, trains and planes, the day before yesterday, at approximately 9.09 a.m I finally landed at Buenos Aires airport and stepped onto the continent of South America for the very first time on an incredibly beautiful, warm, sunny morning, where the temperature was a mere 20 degrees Celsius but felt a lot warmer !
At an altitude of 1580 metres, at El Pardal you feel like you're about to float away into the clouds. Its one of those rare gems on this planet, where nature is allowed to do what it wishes with minimal human intervention.
It was gone midnight by the time 'Herbie' & I finally made it to Las Sierras del Cazorla. Owing to poor light, a general lack of signs, as well as some rather narrow roads it seemed sensible to get some shut eye, and look for El pardal in daylight instead. So Herbie & I slept under … Continue reading Solo Tango in the hills of Las Sierras del Carzola
Feliz Navidad My arrival into Spain could not have been more perfect. There I was on Christmas day, feeling the beautiful, hot, Spanish sun on my face as I took in the view of the awe inspiring Pyrenees while driving across the border heading towards Barcelona. Before the beautiful pink Spanish sky changed from dusk into the dark night, my mission was … Continue reading Viva España
On the 21st of December I left my lovely friend Olive and her friends Maria, Florino and Cornelia in Ferney Voltaire. As I listened to them sweetly singing and jamming away with their Charangos (a beautiful Andean lute instrument), I felt that I was already in South America.