Thoughts on a hugely presumptuous call to arms by one tragically uninformed Southern Californian filmmaker.
There are only two ways to get to Lamu Town: take a boat or swim. It’s magical, it’s mysterious and it’s endangered. Post 1 of 3 covering a week flying solo in one of the world’s remote corners.
Pausing to climb out from under report-writing in Mbale, my research partner and I take a weekend trip to Sipi Falls — a real-life picture post card of the Garden of Eden — and bring back some unexpected souvenirs…
We left town for the lakeside village of Munyonyo, stopping at Cassia Lodge (proclaimed the best view in Kampala). A momentous occasion because it was our first trip out of the capital–and–Alexandra’s first-ever ride in a matatu.
Our first Saturday in Uganda was spent walking around Old Kampala, viewing the mammoth “Gadhafi” Mosque perched on top of Kampala Hill, and taking a private hire taxi out to the Baha’i Mother Temple of Africa.
Day #5 started on the island of Vieques and ended in a friend’s townhouse in Vega Baja. On our way back west on Highway 3 from Fajardo, we stopped to take in the North Slope of El Yunque National Forest.
We take to the road, driving first to Luquillo Beach for lunch at the famed food kiosks before heading down the eastern coast and to the south side of the tropical rain forest of El Yunque.