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The blonde Dutch flight attendant who sat across from me on the nine hour flight from Amsterdam to Uganda told me that Africa would have a distinct scent. And it did. The only way I can think of describing it is that it smelled red and sweat-sweet.

Whenever I have a few moments here and there as I prep for finals this week, I have been returning to the photos from when I went to Uganda in August. These are just a few. I miss Rukuri and Masaka and mosquito nets and G-nuts and the sweat-sweet scent and the sweetest bananas of all and these dear faces.
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