The show of mzungus and the dwarf
There are some stories from the end of my trip to Uganda that should not be forgotten. The bad connections blocked, as I wanted, that blog and travel go hand in hand. Now, from the snowy mountains of Switzerland (What change!!!), I begin to explain the end of what for me has been a fascinating adventure.
This time the story has no canvas sunsets and waters by rivers overflowing with no beginning or end. This time the story is about a dwarf, forming a duo with another guy peculiar somewhat higher, Sharpeners-style, and two mzungus (white men) that lend themselves to be the laughing stock of a party.
Ricardo and I were in one of those holes in the world where one has the feeling that the sky is smoke and mud. Hoima is a village in Uganda to stop to buy water may appear as a luxury. We spent the night there in a hotel under a star the day she celebrated Ugandan independence (what made our rare visits were programmed historical adrift under the umbrella of "closed right now").
The fact is that two in the afternoon we were under a palapa in the garden of the hotel, asking for beer and wine hole to hang. Our traveling companions-guides, then discover that they were not enthusiastic about activities that were not losing sight, should have noticed that in the fifth round, or let us out of there, or would end up drinking the oil in my car.
A while back and we went together to a bar where the keeper of the entrance wearing a simple machine gun to deter the typical heavy who says he knows the DJ
They decided to leave the vehicle to find a place to drink (more) while we continued with the bustle of beers and wines hardly worsen. A while back and we went together to a bar where the keeper of the entrance wearing a simple machine gun to deter the typical heavy who says he knows the DJ. Entering, we saw that there were plenty of chairs and a stage where one could read in a hand painted sign: «The Titanic crew» (the crew of the Titanic). After the fence could hear the shrill sound of a sort of fair. We sat down and continue with our regular elbow, greased and after several hours of enthusiastic commitment. There was a guy sitting table, I think the name was Fred, very politely introduced himself and asked me what work. “Soy periodista”, I said, and quickly came also under the humble title of "I'm one of the most important engineers of Uganda". We talked a bit about your wonderful country, some topicazos of Spain and then got up because I had to go pick up his girlfriend, then brought to the exchange without a single word throughout the evening (nor with the rest of the table).
At that time the show started the dwarf and his friend less dwarf. The guy made people laugh with jokes satirical Ugandans, the ever recurring sexual touch with the male partner (a classic that always works) and some things he said in Ugandan eleven lives need to understand. The thing is, Ricardo, at a given moment of the show, rises unexpectedly to take a picture with your mobile (we had no camera, something I'll regret forever) and the dwarf saw him and take the opportunity to introduce mzungus in a show that was beginning to reap yawns.
White, I've taken a photo, you pay me ", cries out. Everyone turns to look at the only two whites who were in 20 miles around
“Mzungu, I've taken a photo, you pay me ", cries out. Everyone turns to look at the only two whites who were in 20 miles and, now that night had fallen, highlighted even more with the public. We say we have no money and the rate continues at its request, so ironic about that African custom make me a picture and then I ask you to pay for it. Some laugh with silly joke of the two white and the dwarf changes the subject.
We take this opportunity to ask for another beer and a delicious and memorable whiskey and cola that must have warmed in the micro. As, the dwarf realizes that mzungus work more than his repertoire, suddenly, cries and calls us to invite us to go on stage. I do not know why I decided to accept the invitation so fast, I guess I understood that was one of those scenes that you can live a life time, but the audience got on with our little comedian.
The guy asks me the name, swahili joke about language, Spanish or English and asking for money back. "I have a hard. Addition, You must pay me I'm here to entertain your audience ". "What bad luck, find a mzungu and I get poor ", replied the dwarf. Then, Uganda says some things that provoke laughter from the large audience of the show (in these situations is always a question of whether it is saying "look at the peaky this painting has to have her little", but you have no choice but to smile). The fact is that the man was asking for money and decided to put Ricardo in the game: "I have nothing, but my partner does lead ". Immediately, the guy turns around and shouts "Mzungu, up!”. Ricardo, beer in hand, makes a shake of the left that contradict their legs: gets up and comes to the respectable audience for joy. Jumps up and stands next to a guy that hung around her waist. I insisted on paste, to highlight the lanky Richi, the Chiquitilla and then "peaky cock loose" I figure I that should be my role on stage. Continued with the money, followed by laughter, Ricardo more when offered to be searched, and just down from the tables with the feeling of having done one of those wonderful ridiculous you have to carry around that price travel. "What bad luck, should be the only mzungus poor across Africa ", playing in the background is the willful dwarf.
