Uganda in 7

another rushed, sticky keyboard update:
We're all still alive and shooting. We've been doing a bunch of interviews outside in the gardens surrounding the Baha'i House of Worship in Kampala, aside from being a stunning locale, it's also the quietest place in town (quiet, of course, being a relative term. I'm only dealing with trucks, planes, drumming, singing, and most of all a variety of birds that sound like chickens, donkeys, monkeys, cows and (of course) birds. And they have no manners at all. stupid interupting birds.
In other news, it seems that Patches O'toole, beloved soap-eating rat has died. Even worse, he seems to have died under our kitchen cabinets. Patches may be gone, but we're sure his odor will raise to haunt us again. Patches, we hardly knew ye.
(Service will be held tonight next to the stove; pineapple, groundnuts and a bar soap stolen form the hilton hotel in Addis Ababa will be served for refreshment. Out of respect for the dead, please leave your cats at home.)

more from the heart of the continent when something exciting actally happens.