This weekend on the safari, we stayed at a place called Red Hot Chili’s. It is basically a campground but very much has a hostel feel. It was filled with tourists. I felt like it was the first time on my trip where I had encountered tourists. There aren’t tourists in Gulu. Lonely Planet says there is no reason to visit Gulu. When I was around all those people on the safari all I could think was ugh all these tourist (and their behavior which appears obnoxious in that is always appears self centered an disregarding local culture). I’m aware that that is a huge generalization and not everyone fits that description. In thinking that I was totally considering my self a local. I’m not, but in some ways it feels that way and I definitely consider myself more local and not a tourist.
Also, for various reasons I could not sleep that night at Red Hot Chili’s, and all I could think was I want my bed. In thinking of my bed, I thought of Katharinas.
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