Here for a workshop starting this afternoon. Soroti is in the west of Uganda, A smallish town, lively and pleasant, dominated by a large rock.
More multicultural than Acholi land,
there are many Sikh and Hindu temples
as well as the usual mosques and churches.
The town streets are arcaded giving it an oddly Mediterranean air.
My hotel room has a balcony above the fruit market, several temples, mosques and churches are broadcasting loudly.
The plastic flower booth next to the hotel has been playing seventies reggae for a while. A street evangelist is trying to convert the bicycle taxi riders opposite, but they are paying little attention to his shouting. Their bicycles have padded and fringed seats instead of a rack above the back wheel. Men from the market are counting eggs from one stack into another. Well dressed children run past carefully holding exercise books, Sunday School I should think.
A boda boda driver on a purple and blue motorbike and wearing a huge fur trimmed lilac parka, is tipping his machine over to use the last drop of fuel. Despite his coat, it is already hot, none of the cold rain we had yesterday in Lira, although the rains are definitely coming, you can see it in the huge clouds building up high into the sky.