Liminal space

In the kampala sheraton still, noticing how unfettered access to western style wifi plunges me right back into Canada-Cate mode, answering emails with a fierce quickness and submerging in the minutaie of relationship talk with friends. Then the context is whacked back at me by a military style band across the street and down a block, vivaciously serenading someone, in full regalia, but no crowds or dignitaries are visible. So much that is impenetrable.

Off to Kili.