If I were a less lazy blogger, I would have walked down the hill to the airstrip to take pictures of all the festivities going on. Instead I sat at my desk and tried to write while listening to marching band music. All. Day. Long. They've been practicing since we returned from Egypt on Wednesday and I am so sick of what I assume is the national anthem.
Here's to 45 years of an independent Uganda, marching bands and all.
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