A nature lover will most likely not trade off a beautiful sunset to end a good day for anything. A weekend by the lakeshore was as rewarding as the early hours of the evening that came with a colourful reward.
It was worth the wait. In the earlier hours of the day, the sun had scorched the earth so much that many weekenders didn’t need convincing to go out basking under it by the crystal blue swimming pool in which they occasionally dipped to cool their bodies in fresh water.
The breeze sweeping off Lake Victoria was a good cooler as family members interacted in conversation, shared a meal and jokes while the time flew by.
The delight of children playing was joyful to their parents and siblings. Your writer and photographer had his mind at peace seeing and taking it all in, glad to watch Ugandans visiting and engulfing in the beauty of the attractions within their borders.
Somewhere along the walking paths of Lake Victoria Golf Resort & Spa, a couple peacefully walked, hand in hand as they emerged from Maisha Spa, looking and feeling fresh from a treat that should have included one of those deserved relaxing massages.
What is a weekend without self love and some ‘me time’, I asked myself. Everyone seemed to have their own sweet way, and mine at the 2pm hour was a dig into the Achoki Fish, a coconut spiced culinary treat that brought memories of coastal Diani and Mombasa alive as continued partaking of the fresh harvest from the generous Nnalubaale.
I didn’t intend to rush my meal because each bite into the fleshy taste, seemed to voluntarily urge me to take another. Like that, I slowly and intentionally enjoyed my fish.
I had all the time in the world to savor the rich ingredients the chef had used to make the fish but also the coupling with ugali and selected vegetables.
A good meal needs the time and effort, to enjoy the sizzling to its last yummy detail. Then wash it down with a good drink. And like that, time seemed to fly as I had fun by the poolside on that sunny and warm Saturday afternoon.
The February summer has been quite a sunshine serving but equally giving for lovers of sunsets who would gladly look forward to the
moment, some minutes to the seven o’clock hour to watch the yellowing ball of the sun tend into gold and infects the skies with stunning colour progressions.
I am a lover of sunsets and sunrises and I was only delighted to take a cruise on the lake for a birding expedition that let me see more: the fishermen in their non-motorized canoes as they threw out nets ahead of a long night of fishing.
From a distance, and sailing against the sun, they were a subject of picturesque photography as their heads and boats against a shiny dark water surface trailing a beautiful shadowy sunlight.
Lake Victoria was peaceful and wavy, only too delightful to reflect the colours of the sun against its dark tides in a way that could convince the mind to conjure up ideas: perhaps God was up to sharing more of his arty work in real time.
For a moment, I wished to trade places with the
fishermen who had no worries whatsoever as their vessels buoyantly floated as they smiled and waved back at us in a pure display of friendliness to strangers who courteously asked to take their photographs, attracting smiles and then laughter as they went about what is clearly their laborious source of livelihood.
