running errands in Kampala. meeting with Kaya and then to the embassy to drop off some forms and then to the doctor. I don't bring enough money for a boda boda after coffee so I walk most of the way from CafePub to the embassy. parliament to gaba road before finally jumping on a mutato.
doctor is supposed to start seeing patients around 5pm but he doesn't show up til 8pm. he works in three other hospitals besides the clinic and he had an extended operation. doctors don't make so much here so many have private practices in addition to their work in the hospital. he writes a prescription by hand. his handwriting reminds me of water, of silhouettes after dusk. your handwriting is beautiful. yes, it's like art to me. i like to make something beautiful.
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