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| My Tom & I |
“Hey Ella. Kamba, Mauryn and I are heading out to Entebbe to beach hunt. Do
you want to tag along?”
Apparently, they have a goat
roasting scheduled for early June and needed to identify a place asap.For a jiffy though I fought shy of partaking owing to the fact that I’m leery at the mention of Entebbe. The traffic along
that route is draining! However, considering I had no plans for my weekend, the die was cast; I would schlep along.
The plot was to hook up at a
mutual spot at 12:00 hours. Naturally, the last person showed a little
after 13:00 hours! However, I was in tremendous
company; consequently, the wait was worthwhile. What with all the crazy stories
Tom seems to always have!
Forlornly, we had to head out without
my girl Mauryn who called to rescind at the eleventh hour due to inescapable
circumstances.
At any rate, as anticipated,
Entebbe Road was as gridlocked as ever; this time worse considering kids were
reporting back to school. Providentially, one of the guys was well versed
with the course hence an alternative route in the countryside was recommended. Yes, we
were able to beat the jam but the detour was so grimy that we seemed like guerrillas
from the battle field when we finally emerged to rejoin the highway. It was an adventure to say the least.
Well, our first stop was at a
spot called Missed call beach; why missed call? I’m none the wiser even after interactions with its stuff. Perhaps revelers are too wrapped in themselves while
there that they hardly notice or take calls.
Nonetheless, the place is simply awesome; one I
would go to with a special someone for some quality time. See, it is an Eden of
sorts, serene and clandestinely situated. It is a chalk and cheese comparison
to the majority of beaches in this town where throngs are an ordinary spectacle;
which makes them be like feeding time at the zoo. Alas, it is devoid of
sand!
Subsequently, we looked in on Kitinda
beach just adjacent to Missed call; merely sundered by a minute barbed wire boundary
marker. This place would intuitively be written off if one judges things by
face value.
However, sauntering gives you
little things to appreciate it enough to have you entranced, viz. the spot where the river disconnects from the lake; truly
picturesque! The music was spot on; akin to Missed call, less crowded; plus, there’s sand (my young buddies were partial to a
sand beach by virtue of the fact that they have several games planned for the D-day).
A venue was selected without further ado; nevertheless,
the fun was only commencing. We broke bread at some chic
hotel and thereafter rode around the town beach-hopping for
frolicking sake till sundown.
The journey back home was equally delightful; monkeyshines-packed. I've never laughed so heartily.
The journey back home was equally delightful; monkeyshines-packed. I've never laughed so heartily.
It’s amazing how much gaiety and fun such extremely arbitrary
plots can render; more so if we are in the company of those that unconditionally hold us dear. See, I'm a teetotaler and not one to whoop it up, no matter the scenario. Hence, I come off as insipid. However, these lads; they are simply awesome and take delight in spending time with me, regardless.
Needless to say, with the regular hustles and bustles, time away from the city on such escapades can be so refreshing.
Let your hair down occasionally folks!
Needless to say, with the regular hustles and bustles, time away from the city on such escapades can be so refreshing.
Let your hair down occasionally folks!
