the rest of the story.

Alas. Three hours and thirty eight minutes later I finally have the chance to recollect my memories from a few days ago in nowhere alley. Winding down yet another red sanded path we find the incredulous Nile River. Momentarily stunned, we seemed to forget about our topographical fortitude and revel in the mighty waters. A nice local, named Richard, offered us a ride on his dhow. Our grumbling stomachs took over the opportunity to venture out into the open seas and we said we'd come back.

 Along the way we ran into two German girls, Franca and Mirium, that were in our same friend circle. After a morning in the market they found themselves crossing the bridge by foot to get back to their village. We bid adieu and parted ways only to meet the train tracks that became our new path. Alas, above the hills nearby we cought a glimpse of our destination. Paradise Hotel. Our bodies grew weak at the thought of getting a cold glass of local lager and hand squeezed passion fruit juice. We were directed that we could get up the hill just a little further down the tracks. Several paces away we finally arrived to a set of stairs that naturally were locked. I, of course, gave thought to climbing the steep hill but those thoughts were crushed when I observed fences blocking the way to climb atop.
We kept walking. And walking.Until another local helped us find our way. Gotta love language barriers because we soon found out he thought we wanted to go to the village nearby. So we kept walking. And finally, past the maize fields we saw a small path leading to the side of a beautiful house.

 The breeze barely kissed the clothes drying on a clothes line. By the grace of God a boda boda was awaiting us by the house. It was like all the locals were in cahoots with helping the lost mzungus. Hours later we finally arrived to the infamous Paradise Hotel.

 Noted: Island time. It is also known as Ugandan Time. After sampling the Nile Special we talked for nearly an hour waiting for food. The view and home made dishes were well worth the wait. At 7000 shillings, around 3 bucks, I got to to sip and digest while viewing the one and only Nile River from above. Can't get better than that. Or can it? 

 I've got the whole summer to figure it out.
I shall leave you all with a photo of utmost expression. Internets cafes I'm thankful for. However, the wait is antagonizing. It takes around an hour to upload a single photo at times. I understand being Asian and a woman, I come biased to patience- but as you can see, even a flaming Canadian has my back in this.

Thank you for the story telling time. I truly hope you enjoyed. More to come.


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