The power goes out a lot here. There seems to be no rhyme or reason to it. You can't really guess when it might go out or stay on. This morning it was on when I got in the shower, and off when I got out. Then an hour later, it was back. Sometimes when out to dinner the power will go off and suddenly the meal is shrouded in darkness. Sometimes when out at the club (literally the only club) the power goes off and a packed dance floor becomes lit only by the meager and erratic glow from cell phones. Most public spaces have generators that will eventually kick on, but the erratic darkness adds an air of adventure to every day activities like eating and cooking. Below is a picture when we were cooking in the dark last night.
Then the power came back on so we ventured into Hoima Town to get a drink with some friends and colleagues. Even when the power was on, we were sitting outside in front of a bar called Natty and the light that was generated from within the bar was all that lit the patio. There are also no street lights, so the shops that remain open late also throw their blue glow into the public spaces. There was hardly enough light at the table to distinguish the faces of the people we were sitting with, so it was sort of like a weird dating game. You can't see my face until you agree t be my friend! The next picture is from inside Natty's.
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the light doesn't do much to brighten things up, but the color is straight from a noir detective story, and who doesn't like a bit of ambience? Especially when you have no choice in the matter. Certainly the oddest thing to me is that there are no street lights. Occasionally you pass through weak pools of watery light that ward off the surrounding darkness. The approach of a boda throws some light on the road until it whirs past in a cloud of dust and exhaust, and then the light is gone. It makes everything sort of magical, mysterious and chaotic all at once. It's always a good recipe for an interesting night out. I will close with a picture of Hoima town at night. More later...
Then the power came back on so we ventured into Hoima Town to get a drink with some friends and colleagues. Even when the power was on, we were sitting outside in front of a bar called Natty and the light that was generated from within the bar was all that lit the patio. There are also no street lights, so the shops that remain open late also throw their blue glow into the public spaces. There was hardly enough light at the table to distinguish the faces of the people we were sitting with, so it was sort of like a weird dating game. You can't see my face until you agree t be my friend! The next picture is from inside Natty's.
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the light doesn't do much to brighten things up, but the color is straight from a noir detective story, and who doesn't like a bit of ambience? Especially when you have no choice in the matter. Certainly the oddest thing to me is that there are no street lights. Occasionally you pass through weak pools of watery light that ward off the surrounding darkness. The approach of a boda throws some light on the road until it whirs past in a cloud of dust and exhaust, and then the light is gone. It makes everything sort of magical, mysterious and chaotic all at once. It's always a good recipe for an interesting night out. I will close with a picture of Hoima town at night. More later...
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