Picture this: You have been in uncomfortable transit for ten hours. You are speeding down a bumpy dirt road in a severely overpacked Ugandan minibus which constantly swerves in order to dodge cattle, potholds, oncoming traffic, and the like. Your fellow passengers are a number of people and some chickens. You are wedged between a very large woman and a very sweaty man. Shania Twain’s “You’re Still the One” comes blaring over the radio causing the aforementioned sweaty man to break into song, approximating the English.
You are exhausted and overheated. But laughing. Hard.