BORED? ME TOO. Lets Do Something Fun

I was thinking recently that I am really tired and worn out and need a holiday. So I figured why not plan something really fun and pocket friendly because its an impulse and I didnt wanna spend too much.

So I started to look up a few things to do. A few were a bit too expensive and others a bit within my comfort zone.

Here is my little fun weekend plan:

` Quad Biking. Well who says only kids get to ride around and have fun? It could be a fun couple getaway to go let off some steam. Race around, find things for the loser to do, knock each other (not so hard of course)

`Bungee Jumping. This is a nice way to jump off a cliff together. You can hold each other, scream, and laugh your way to the bottom right above the water.

`White water rafting There is living on the edge then there is the rafting. Here is a chance to get wet together, scream together, and have a good time.

`Amusement Park. I feel like my childhood run away. so what am gonna do is go on a bumper car, pirate ship, octopus, and enjoy myself for a day!!

Definitely need a holiday. For those that want to organize a laid back weekend with Sabili, contact us here.



Island Life

Whether its to the popular Cayman Islands or somewhere small like Ssese Islands every person has that Island experience they want. To be at peace with the world and just walk along the shores with friends or loved ones. It’s everything you need to experience for yourself.

Safari Life

Every once in a while we crave adventure. Traveling through the wild just to see nature and appreciate the beauty that surrounds us. You need to plan a safari trip and go camping. It will definitely be the ride of your life.

Roller coaster ride

Be it rafting, bungee jumping, sea diving, if you need a thrill you need adventure like never before. Do one of these and you will have experiences to last a lifetime.



Retirement is one of those chances you have to reinvent yourself. If before you didn’t have time to travel, play, hang with friends, suddenly you have time to do everything you had been putting off. Here are a few tips on where to go;

“You need to let the little things that would ordinarily bore you suddenly thrill you.” 
― Andy Warhol

1. Look at the positives. so many are right in front of you.

2. Don’t panic. sometimes it feels like the rug’s been pulled out from under you but don’t give up. You need to focus on what you want to do that is fun for you.



In all my days, I had never envisioned myself on a rickety over-loaded locally-made boat out in the middle of Lake Victoria miles from my beloved terra firma. But then again, neither had I envisioned myself getting an invitation from a friend to spend a week at her home in Buyovu Island, the third largest among the 84 island collective that make up the Ssese islands in Uganda.




For four hours we travelled, boat-engine drone providing for background music. A few miles in, my inhibitions gave way and I soon came to enjoy the buoying and swaying of the old boat. I figured if I was to perish, I might as well make some good memories to accompany me into the afterlife.


Seruwaji, the seasoned Seaman (or Lakeman?) and captain (for lack of a better word) navigated his way without need for compass or GPS. He actually seemed nonchalant about the entire trip, probably a daily occurrence for him. As luck would have it, it was a smooth enjoyable experience for me with perfect weather andan animated host giving me the 411 about everything I saw until we reached our destination.


With perfect 24°C weather and a waterfront all to myself, I let out my inner child and took to the lake. I swam the butterfly and the octopus and the dolphin and a few more strokes I am yet to patent. My host on the other hand called my swimming skills dog-paddling at best as I stayed rooted in the same spot even as my imagination took over.



A flock of exotic wild ducks, dappled brown, black and creampatrolled the waterfront in my absence. Their presence adds to the allure of the island along with a myriad of other bird species I had never before seen anywhere. I was especially enamoured byan elegant tiny brown bird that had a very long white tail, almost twice the bird’s length. Not far behind in my favourites was the red-tailed parrots that sung a most exotic tune high up in the island’s softwood trees. A couple of wagtails were actually semi-tame and always hang around my host’s home.


A chatter of black-faced grey monkeys periodically left their forest habitat to forage for food in gardens leaving a trail of destruction. They especially loved the cassava and pineapples growing abundantly in the rich virgin soils. What fascinated me most when I first saw them was the fact that they had bright blue privates. Who says God doesn’t have a sense of humour?


With the saying that beauty is fleeting, I was glad I got to see the beauty of Buyovu Island when I still could. As is a trend with man, soon there won’t be any trees with the rate of charcoal burning and the land will all be tilled and the fish depleted in the lake. It will be a paradise lost.It goes without saying what will happen to the spectacular wildlife.





When one thinks of Egypt today two things pop up; the pharaohs and pyramids or the protests taking place there at the moment. When packing my bags to head out there in January all I could think of was the history.

Buckled into my seat I felt the jet engines of the plane rev up until with one final thrust we were propelled forward and into the air. Several hours later we touched down in Cairo. The weather was 8 degrees. That was the first shock, that a desert country actually had a winter of sorts.
Everything was different. From the seeming mile after mile of concrete buildings to the language and food everything was a new experience. But nothing beats the sheer history of the place. From its politics, being one of the African countries that championed African nationalism to its ancient roots.
I had the pleasure of taking a Nile river cruise and stopping to visit different temples along the way. I cannot even begin to share the awe that all this inspired.
But of all these non-beats the world famous Abu Simbel a 2 hour drives from our mooring at Aswan. We arrived just as the sun was rising casting an orange glow on the chilly lake Nasser shore. The parking was empty save for a few early risers. From where we stood there was nothing but what seemed like a huge pile of sand. For a moment I was disappointed.
But as you take the winding path to the monuments you are met with one of the most amazing spectacles I have witnessed, the towering figures of four pharaohs facing the rising sun. I stood for a moment and I suspect I uttered some words of worship and praise.
Built about 1264 BC these temples built to awe Egypt’s neighbour still does that even today. Believe me we hear of how huge these things are but nothing prepares you. Standing at the base of one of these colossal statues I was still dwarfed by its base.




Written by Pacutho Andrew.



But Some People Can Be Bold

I love going places but I hate being in transit, if that makes any sense. Even the trips that I make frequently, like Kampala-Gulu, Gulu-Kampala annoy the hell out of me with their cramped buses and often times rather intrusive passengers. For, for every one passenger you exchange numbers at the end of the journey and plan to hang out with there four or five others that you wish you could hire a hit man to have them shot. Over the years I’ve been puked on by babies, shat on by chickens, rained on by motormouths and crushed by obese, smelly women who spend four hours out of six screaming into their phone in a mixture of fluent Acholi, competent Luganda and broken English.

Now, although yesterday wasn’t as bad as any of those, it was still kind of a little annoying. Thank God I didn’t have to sit through that for the entire ride.

So I’m sitting there, waiting for the bus to fill up, sitting in the isle seat so I would be able to stretch out my leg during the journey when a woman, probably in her early to mid twenties asked me if the seat next to me was taken. I shaking my head I told her, “No, it’s free.” and got up to let her sit at the window.

She was tall, almost my height with short, red texturized hair and black thick-rimmed glasses. She was attractive, if not necessarily pretty. She was wearing a yellow, low cut, sleeveless top and tight blue jeans that hugged her ample hips and thighs.

We sat down and although it was only about three quarters of the way full a few minutes later the bus was putting tarmac under tire and we were off.

Phillips head phones, music turned all the way up, SZA’s new album “Z”. Thirty seconds into the third song I felt a tap on my shoulder. I removed the head phones, “Yeah?”

“Where are you reaching?”


“Huh. OK. Where do you stay in Kampala?”

“Bukoto.” I lied. I wasn’t about to tell this complete stranger where I lived.

“Bukoto?” She repeated, this time as a question. It was like she knew I was lying.

“Bukoto.” I confirmed.

“That’s nice.”

This was where I was supposed to ask her where she was reaching, where she lived. I put my headphones back on. No thank you.

A few minutes later, another tap.


“You work in Gulu?”

“No. I was visiting family.”

“You’re an Acholi?”


“Really? You don’t look.”

Instead of responding to this I stood up, reached into the overhead baggage compartment, dug into my bag, pulled out my Kindle and sat back down. If she didn’t get the hint this time, I didn’t know if she would at all.

I turned it on and began to read. Tertuliano Máximo Afonso’s double António Claro was telling him that he was going to go away with Tertuliano Máximo Afonso’s fiance and sleep with her as a form of revenge for the intrusion of his life that Tertuliano Máximo Afonso had caused and there was nothing that Tertuliano Máximo Afonso could do about it. But there was you see. Tertuliano Máximo Afonso resolved to himself right there and then that after Antonio Claro had escaped the city limits with Maria De Paz he would in turn assume the identity of Antonio Claro and sleep with his wife. Tit for tat. An eye for an eye and all of that.

Another tap.

“But I don’t get what is happening. What is it that you are reading?”

I gave the woman a sidelong glance. Was this chick being serious right now? What the hell was her problem? Why couldn’t she just leave me alone? Didn’t she get that I didn’t want to talk?

I took a deep breath to calm myself.

“It’s a novel about a man who finds out there is someone who looks exactly like him living in the same city.”

The woman leaned closer as if for further explanation. I didn’t give her one. Instead I said,

“Now if you don’t mind I would really like to read this.”

And the headphones came back on. And I really thought that would be the end of it. I really did. I really, really did. I was wrong.

Maybe fifteen, twenty minutes passed without any disturbance. I was about to finish the book, I could feel it, the book that had been on a tortoise like pace from the very first page had suddenly revved it up to hare and was sprinting towards the finish line. And then, tap-tap-tap.

“Yes?” This time I didn’t try to mask my growing agitation.

“I have an idea.”


“Why don’t you get off with me in Bweyale & then go to Kampala tomorrow. It would be fun.”

It took me a moment to process what she was saying. And then, once I did I was in complete shock. Was? She? Being? For real? She didn’t even know my name. What kind of woman propositioned a man who they know completely nothing about? Wait, I take that back, stranger things have happened. Stranger things have happened to me. Stranger things have happened to me on a bus. I think I had just forgotten how things could be sometimes. In my earlier days maybe, I would have taken her up on her offer. If nothing but to have a story to tell the boys. It would have been one hell of a story. Not anymore though.

“No.” I told her. I did a pretty good job of covering up my surprise and disgust I think. “I have to get back to Kampala today.”

“Then we can just take a couple of hours and then you can proceed.”

If there was any doubt as to what she was suggesting, there wasn’t any more.

“Still no. I have a girlfriend I have to get back to.”



That shut her up real quick. She didn’t say another word until she was getting up to get off the bus nearly half an hour later.

“Have a safe journey.” she said after pulling down her luggage from the overhead compartment.
I nodded but said nothing.

I watched as she climbed off the bus and standing with her back to me signaled for a Boda.

In another life, I told myself. Just not this one.

Slipping my headphones on I pressed play and dug back into my book. Three and half more hours to go.

                                                                                                                                                                     Written by L.A. Lutara.


It is said that there are three sides to every story; yours, theirs and the truth. I guess as we grow older our perceptions and mentality change so things affect us differently. We could become more irritable or more lax, at times we change so much that we don’t recognize ourselves.

The world is not big enough for all of us to pursue our own desires thoughtlessly so to make it a better place we need to be more considerate of others and their needs. One of the ways we can do this is by traveling and meeting new people; you get to see what they appreciate and of course when your patience is tested you learn how to deal with things more conveniently without resorting to violence or war.

Just like a camera takes different kinds of photos you too can adjust how you see the world, what you see in it and the color; rosy vs. dreary. You can choose to see long term benefits, short term, whether you want an instant reward or can wait. In the same way experiences you face can change you. You choose whether to grow from it or let it hold you down.

If we focus on the small things, we could harness our creativity and use it to get way better results than just having a bland outlook. I guess what am trying to say is be open minded. You can start with a little travel. In case you want to arrange a trip through us, contact us here.