Little did I know that nights in Kalangala are not silent. The “Who?” continued. It was later joined by a chorus of someone snoring.
A trip to Kalangala ceases to be the nightmare it was previously. This is not when on board a ferry for a gruelling four hours from Nakiwoogo in Entebbe.
Thanks for the introduction of Vanessa MV, such a comfortable vessel, plying the same journey in one hour and fifteen minutes.
To enjoy the flat screen showcasing the mammals, birds, reptiles, waterfalls and music that Uganda is endowed with - one has to part with sh60, 000 for a return trip.
Once on the islands, one is spoiled for choice when it comes to where to stay as the catering industry offers a variety.
Victoria Hotel and Brovad White Sands Hotels are the high ends ones that will leave a guest sh150, 000-sh250, 000 poorer. A chilled or warm beer there has a price tag of sh7, 000.
Mirembe Habitat, Pelican and Pearl facilities are cosy and remain pocket friendlier besides having swimming pools embedded in surviving canopies. A monkey disturbed by encroachers on its habitat often sends the branches rustling.
While there, courtesy of Uganda Tourism Board (UTB) I booked in Room 46 with a colleague. After registration, a sumptuous dinner and a cocktail party I staggered to my room singing Tracy Chapman’s Revolution. On my way, I heard someone ask me “Who?” “Who?” “Who?”
After shouting my details, the asking continued disturbingly. I ignored it and found my room, showered and snuggled into the warm bed.
Little did I know that nights in Kalangala are not silent. The “Who?” continued. It was later joined by a chorus of someone snoring. Next door I suspect. I hit the wall to temporarily stop the disturbing sounds.
To cut the long story short the inquisitive who? Was from an owl, the unpopular nightlife reveller hunting for its prey. And there was nobody snoring but Lake Victoria waters were slapping the shore with such a gurgling force.
Talk about the menu of attractions in Kalangala, there is a variety to interest even the most sophisticated traveller. The Basese (resident tribe) were assimilated into Buganda and have changed completely their dress code, cuisine and dance styles.
“But our oral folklores will never be edited,” confided Maurice… When Buganda used to have numerous wars with the neighbouring Ankole Kingdom there was Kibuka Omumbale who used to fight his wars in the clouds. He helped Buganda win many wars until he fell in love with a Muhima girl.”
To cut the long story short after falling head over heels in love with a Muhima, Kibuka told her the secrets of how he fights hidden in the clouds. And when they went to war next time, all the bows, arrows and spears were showered at the clouds.
“Kibuka never lived to fight another war!”
His remains are in Uganda Museum. At this juncture, you can imagine what came to my mind when I met this lady, with a wasp waist, ripe Bogoya (banana) complexion and smiling to expose a white neat set of teeth.
“I am Karungi” she broke the ice in a sing-song voice. “Could you please take my photo with the lake in the background?”
“I will do anything for you,” I responded as I stole a sidelong glance at her and assuaged my optical thirst. “Do you like what you see in the mirror?”
When I went back to my room I picked the Bible and read Song of Songs.