Breathtaking Nepal.

It’s been said that visiting Nepal once is never enough. I have to agree. I left Varanassi, India with big expectations. My excitement though soon turned to despair as a ten hour bus ride turned to nearly twenty-four! What a long ride. It was worth the wait as soon as I saw Nepal’s famous White Mountain tops. Wow. What an unforgettable view! 

Boarder entry to Nepal.

Sunset on the mountains.

Mountain views on while on the bus.

Kathmandu was pretty chill compared to India—literally. I had never been to a climate below ten degrees. I whined a lot, but heavy clothes and warm socks kept my pulse going. Luckily enough I knew a friend from way back who helped me settle in quickly, so navigating wasn’t stressful.

With not much time in Nepal I decided to take it from the top and signed up for a three-day trek to Poonhill, a peak 3210 meters high. My trek to the peak began in the lovely town of Pokhara, a picturesque place ideal for recharging your batteries. 

Lake Pokhara

I had saved my money for the hike but my budget couldn’t take a guide carrying my items to the top. I was disappointed. There was no way I could get all the way up there by myself, I thought, but was soon motivated that it could be done if I followed an alternative route.

I got up early the next day and caught a bus to the nearest town named Kimchi. The drive was about three hours with roads becoming more treacherous the more we ascended the mountain. While on the bus I met two girls who were going my same route. 

The morning before I took my bus to Kimchi

View on the bus

Day one of the trek from Kimchi to Gandhruk was not too bad with the hike taking only 1 hour. The mountains looked so great and the views from above were excellent. We searched for accommodation found a good deal. I should note though that food is way more expensive than accommodation in the mountains because of the labour it takes to transport the food up the mountain. No car or motorbikes can access the mountans. Our hotel had a great view but still, I was so cold!

The next day was an early morning with a long hike planned and the girls were taking another route.

In awe of the mountain views.

The girls on the first day trekk.

The first Nepalese mates I met on my route.

The views during the trek

This smile means I was almost there.

I was a little scared to go alone, and I got lost for a bit but soon met some Nepalese men who were headed my way. These guys were clearly experts; some wore jeans instead of hiking pants and didn’t even carry a walking stick. The path to Gorephani was so steep, you earned every step. The temperature was quite cool with barely any humidity. We stopped for a break to grab something to eat but the men still wanted to rest so I continued on the trail by myself. There were times when I unnerved, but I knew I would encounter no wild animals.

I kept pushing harder though I was really getting tired. The gorgeous scenery kept me motivated with flowing water falls and luscious emerald green forests. I would just sit sometimes for a rest and enjoy the nature. Nine hours later I made it to Gorephani. My knees and tendons had given way, it was too much walking. I had to stretch before bed because I had to reach the top the next morning. By 5 am we were up on the way to Poonhill which takes roughly an hour. It was such a struggle to go up the steps and also on the way back. I made it to the top. The sunrise and the view of the surrounding mountains were mesmerizing! Going back down the steps with my bad knee was the worst, from Poonhill on the way down to Gandaki there is a millennium trek of 3500 steps. It was six hours of agony, but I made it to the jeep to Pokhara. I was so relived! I spent one extra day in Pokhara, I had a trekkers massage, went to visit the Tibetan refugee camp and also did Paragliding. This is one of the best places to do it in the world because of the scenery.

We made it so early to catch the sunrise

Yippie! On the peak on Poonhill trek.

My new trek mates I met on the last day.

Made it to the top!

Views from Poonhill

Paragliding above Pokhara lake

Excitement in the sky.

I spent my last days in Kathmandu sightseeing, shopping, and sampling delicious food. It was really wonderful to visit Bhaktapur, one of the biggest and oldest towns that were hit by the 2015 earthquake. It was sad to see some of the temples that were built in the 14th century being destroyed, however they are trying to reconstruct these temples though they will need more funding. Don't miss out going here. This is the same thing that happened to the Kathmandu Durbar square which is a must see. I also visited the Pashupatinath temple which is located on the Bagmati River, it was really big and good to have a walk around. My favorite place to visit was The Boudhanath stoupa, it was near where I stayed and it gave me chance to see the Buddhists worship while going around the stoupa of which I myself took part in. The stoupa is very impressive, it was also recently renovated after the earthquake had left a crack in it. It is also one of the biggest stoupa in the world.

Boudhanath Stoupa.

Grabbing a coffee out of my busy day.

Pashupatinath temple.

Ruins at Bakhtapur

My time in Nepal ran so quickly but I enjoyed every bit of it. The people were so nice and friendly, I felt their warmth despite the chilly temps. The food was great (don't forget to try momos, South Asian dumplings) and the spectacular Himalayas left me speechless. I'm not surprised Lonely Planet voted it one of the top five destinations of 2017. I'm definitely hoping to return. Visiting once is not enough! 

My Road trip from Uganda, Kenya, Tanzania, Mozambique to Malawi.

PART 1

There’s nothing I love to do more than exploring. Whenever I get a chance to unwind, I cherish the opportunity to discover Mama Africa.


Back in May, I planned on jetting through Kenya, Tanzania and stop in Mozambique before returning home to Uganda all in three weeks. However, life is what happens when you make plans. You never know what you’ll find on the road, and I was blessed to extend my time by experiencing some amazing sights, sounds, and people I met along the way

Just about to set off.

2016 was the first year I had the pleasure of discovering Kenya. I have always postponed an opportunity to go there because it was so close to home, but this was the year I decided to visit. I had to get my Mozambican visa from Nairobi. I left Kampala at 5 pm and reached Nairobi a day later. The ride was pleasant. Nairobi is quite modern compared to Kampala. They have nice structures, nice roads and it seems bigger and more vast in every way. I noticed they also have a number junk food restaurants, some of them American. I had my first delicious Subway sandwich there and it was too yummy! We need a Subway chain in Kampala!


The city is way too busy. At times it was too much! I couldn’t take it—the noise, cars, and people. I had never experienced the drivers and motorbike riders in this country. They always rushed to get somewhere too soon. I almost tripped when I got into a bus. The driver started driving immediately and I lost my balance before I could find a seat. I was very cautious in the city since I had heard many stories of people being robbed on the streets, but that was not my experience. People were kind and helpful to me. I did not do much here, only visiting the famous slums of Kibera. It is so big and dirty—as expected. But amongst the poverty there were people trying to make a living.
I could not wait to get out of this city after getting my visa because it is expensive compared to what I am used to.

My delicious subway

Panorama view of Kibera slum

Colorful buses in Nairobi.

The following morning I bused to Mombasa. This was a complete nightmare! The road was long and beaten. The weather was hot in a crowded bus, and the driver a speed demon. The journey took about 10 hours, two hours longer than usual. When we got to Mombasa, I was excited because it was a bit more calmer than Nairobi, the vibe was good. I like old buildings and I love beaches, this was the right place to be. I spent three days here sightseeing; I visited Diani beach and Fort Jesus. The street food here is worth a try. The people here were mostly Muslim with a mix of Arabs hence giving you the right reason to try some Swahili food.

Diani beach is a gorgeous area with milk white sand and blue seas. The day I was there, there was only about five beach bums! Check it out when you’re in Mombasa!

Strolling through Mombasa's old town.

With my girl Angella.

Fort Jesus

My bedroom and balcony view.

Sharing a smile with a Camel at Diani beach.

Diani beach.

My next destination from here was Dar es Salaam, Tanzania. The bus ride was easy and the driver was so good. I used Tahmeed coaches. The A/C was working in this bus at least and the driver’s speed was bearable. I got into Dar after a ten-hour commute, and it was at this time that I experienced a famous Dar Es Salaam traffic jam. Insane!

Although I didn’t spend a long time here, I did experience some sights with a friend who was hosting me. I visited two wonderful churches in Dar. The Azania Front Lutheran church offers a majestic view of the city from the top of the cross, while St Joseph's Cathedral (built by German missionaries in 1897 to 1902) is a beautiful and colorful place of worship.

I paid visit to the national museum and house of culture opened in 1940 as memorial of King George V. If you are interested in Tanzania's past and history, this is the place to go to discover a rich history.

I went to see the Askari Monument which commemorates the African troops who fought as carrier cops in the first world war. The last thing I saw was the fish market, at first I was not sure I wanted to go but it was fascinating. Seeing different kinds of fish from the sea and people getting around with their business was nice to see. I was here for about 40 minutes. The fishy smell drove me out!

The National Museum.

St Joseph's Cathedral

Azania Front Lutheran Church

The fish market.

I left Dar es Salam after two nights and headed south of the country to a town called Mtwara. This small town was where I had to cross from in order to enter Mozambique. I spent one night in Mwtara and used a motorbike (piki piki) to get me to the Kilambo boarder immigration offices the next morning. The rider who took me was a nice young man who rode carefully despite of the bad roads. He had been told by a money changer to make sure I got to the boat safely because I am a girl and a visitor. People were really nice and welcoming! Tanzania showed me nothing but kindness on this trip.