Ruhanga, Uganda
Two months have disappeared somewhere in the middle of watching live local football matches, learning the art of carrying bundles of dried grass on my head and long walks to villages where they touch your skin, your hair, your face, awed at the Mzungu so foreign. My stay in the beautiful Ruhanga is coming to an end, and so I will explain a little of what I've done other than making bricks and making friends.
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