Uganda - Uruguay - some country that begisn with the letter 'u'. I am visiting with friends. Walking down city streets. Quite rural - patches of trees between buildings. Looking into these untidy tangled groves. I am fascinated by these dark, shadowy arboreal patches. Low buildings, looking almost Maltese or Tunisian. Men in tribal looking dresses. Being warned to be careful by some kind of tour guide? Mud streets. The town has both a rural and industrial aspect to it. A ramshackle but welcomign feel.
The feeling of being in a place where I do not speak the language
Talking with two girls, one of whom is a student. She is showing me her purple pen she is proud of. I get out my pens to show her - both my Rotring Art Pen and Isograph; - "and if you press just a bit too much, the nib snaps!' There is a young man there too. He asks the girl if she wants to go Roberta, Georgia (the town in America) or soemwhere else.... (I cannot remember what other town was offered). She says Roberta. I ask her if she drives, to which she replies she cannot. I jokingly tell her it is best to go to the other place as everyone drives everywhere in America. I launch into a tale of when I was in Portland, Oregon, for my cousin James wedding, - how you could not even walk to the shops. I am aware I am hoping to impress her. She mentions her 'girlfriend' - ah well, at least it is not a boyfriend. Hass pops up and asks if anyone wants to go to South Africa. I am unsure about this, but it turns out he is unsure if we can as well
Something to do with being in a lift - travelling to the top floor in an apartment complex. One of the girls needs ir wants something - another pen? Doughnuts or buns?
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