Observation at Nakawa
[21/12, 10:17] *Mally: Observation at Nakawa:
This is normal to Ugandans. They aren’t surprised, shocked or repulsed by anything they see here. I’m staying in the car, surreptitiously taking the occasional photo through the almost-closed windows. And I’m disgusted by what is normal here. And fascinated – hence taking the photos. Will the fascination/revulsion paradox/complex/whatever it is ever fade? Tomorrow is five years since we left the UK. A week tomorrow is five years since we arrived here. And I’m the only one of us who’s left since then (and come back). Five years, and I’m still taking photos.
There’s a homeless guy sucking beer through a straw from a plastic water bottle right outside my window. He’s now back where he was sitting before… I already took a photo. It would not have been wise to have taken a photo of him again in such close proximity. Best to be unobserved.
A parade of taxis lurches past. Camels in a desert of dirt.
[21/12, 10:21] *Mally: A butterfly dances around an orange flower, inches from faeces.
[21/12, 10:44] *Mally: *Ran out of airtime please help*
This is normal to Ugandans. They aren’t surprised, shocked or repulsed by anything they see here. I’m staying in the car, surreptitiously taking the occasional photo through the almost-closed windows. And I’m disgusted by what is normal here. And fascinated – hence taking the photos. Will the fascination/revulsion paradox/complex/whatever it is ever fade? Tomorrow is five years since we left the UK. A week tomorrow is five years since we arrived here. And I’m the only one of us who’s left since then (and come back). Five years, and I’m still taking photos.
There’s a homeless guy sucking beer through a straw from a plastic water bottle right outside my window. He’s now back where he was sitting before… I already took a photo. It would not have been wise to have taken a photo of him again in such close proximity. Best to be unobserved.
A parade of taxis lurches past. Camels in a desert of dirt.
[21/12, 10:21] *Mally: A butterfly dances around an orange flower, inches from faeces.
[21/12, 10:44] *Mally: *Ran out of airtime please help*
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