Home sweet home

Bill said that to his New Vision driver one day when he arrived at our flat and the driver thought it was so funny. Several of you have asked to see pictures of our flat. It's not really as exciting as you might think - very plain and simple. It is at a place called Salama Springs -- Salama means rest, or peaceful. We have managed to have some gatherings in it, even though it is not Queen Anne Hill. The swimming pool is a big hit with us - we go in every day. And there is a small gym, where I go work out most days.

One reason we like it here is because there is a variety of people from all over: Ugandans, Indians, Brits, Italians ... and, of course, Americans (that's us and a few others). Aside from the Ugandans, most of the ex-pats work for NGOs or big international companies.

There is a little restaurant down by the pool and we can get a dinner delivered from there to our flat - I usually get the tilapia (a fish they get from Lake Victoria that is relatively tasteless, but usually pretty fresh) for 4,500 shillings (about $3).

We have cable TV, but that means BBC and CNN and mainly soccer. For entertainment we walk to one of the nearby cafes for a drink - there is one up the dirt road in a big garden just dripping with avocados - or try to go hear music. So far, we've failed - African bands that are supposed to be playing haven't materialized. I don't know how people here know when things happen - they just do. Even the plays - and there are some that sound good - are reviewed, but don't say when they start. We'll get to them eventually. We still have to figure that out.

So that's where we live!