"Down with America!"

That was our favorite toast at the Spark last night. What you may ask is the spark. Well, to the unenlightened Westerner it looks much like the other shacks in the village of Nkosi, but inside there is a convivial atmosphere fueled by beer and debate. I made many new friends as we drank there by candlelight (cause the power was out, but like that would be a good reason to shut down! Not around here!)

And inevitably all that beer lead to bathroom breaks, and my first experience of a squat over the hole in the floor toilet! While balancing a candle in one hand to see! It was pretty gross, but honestly not that much worse that the bathrooms at the Alehouse (or almost any Halifax bar) on a busy night. Smelled pretty awful though. And since we're talking toilets (or I am, anyway) you'll be interested to know that the water just goes straight down in a flush toilet on the equator.

But the conversation made it all worthwhile. Did you know that when Bush met the Ugandan president last week, the first thing he said was "how are your cows?" An unintentionally ironic statement, I think.