Uganda

Flight Dubai-Entebbe. On my right, the window, I can admire the landscapes slowly taking shape. On my left, a Ugandan missionary priest working in Australia and going back home for some vacations. For him too, it is a long journey. Few more hours and we will be delivered. As he jokes about African politics, I start laughing, with my eyes full of erupted blood vessels and my hair looking like Edward Scissorhands. Then, he asks me questions and we end up talking hygiene in non-human primates. I explain him all the theory about the origins of hygiene without pronouncing the word "evolution". He finds it interesting. As the plane lands in Entebbe, we exchange contacts, I give him my card (with an illustration of myself picking up a macaque poop…) and he invites me to the East of the country – where he comes from. “[…] If you come, you will discover real Ugandan life, everybody will dance and we will kill the goat!” “Ah… great… Thank you! I mean you won’t need to…” I accompany him till the customs, we shake hands and then, we split. Two hours later (30 since we left Japan), I finally hear behind the glass of the customs: “Welcome to Uganda CecilÉ, enjoy your stay with us!”