I'll tell you dear reader, I lived in Uganda and came nowhere near a TV for four straight weeks.
Want to know a secret?
I didn't miss it one bit. I really didn't. I mean it!
When you're living in a tiny village in Uganda where your electricity comes from solar power, your water supply comes from rainwater collected and your evening entertainment comes from chattting around a campfire under a blanket of stars, you kinda learn to do without a lot of things you thought you NEEDED back home.
Before I went to Uganda, my idea of a far flung holiday was to fly somewhere all inclusive, sit on the beach for a week (or two if I'd been a good girl ha ha) and then I'd come home having ticked that place off my list. The only place I'd seen was the stretch between the airport and hotel, the only people I'd met were the ones working in the travel industry.
Home @ Teach Inn Uganda
During the four weeks we went without TV, the main things that apparently happened back in England were that:
- Maddy McCann went missing
- England lost the Eurovision Song Contest (duh)
- Neighbours moved to Channel 5
It's amazing how time passes when you're away from home. It felt like after two weeks we'd been there for ages and ages and ages and ages. You get my point. The halfway point of our trip came and the last two weeks slipped away from us far too quickly (time flies when you have Typhoid).
Leaving the village in Uganda was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do, and being just another tourist in Uganda felt horrible after that, we all wanted to go back where everyone knew something resembling our names.
We checked in to a hotel altogether and shared one big dorm room, the first thing we did was switch the TV on. Ahhhhh TV. We sat in silence for about three hours and although the only English channel
we could get was Sky news which was rolling about six stories in a loop, we lapped it up. If that TV was a drink we'd had drank it dry. We hated what we'd become but knew we were shortly going back home where water came from a tap, electricity came from god knows where, but was available at the flick of a switch. We might as well sit and watch TV if there was no campfire available.
I miss Uganda.