{"id":1459,"date":"2011-07-02T17:12:09","date_gmt":"2011-07-02T17:12:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lancaster.ac.uk\/transculturalwriting-archive\/?p=1459"},"modified":"2012-03-15T12:39:45","modified_gmt":"2012-03-15T12:39:45","slug":"1459","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.lancaster.ac.uk\/transculturalwriting-archive\/1459\/","title":{"rendered":"Reading Uganda"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I set out late afternoon as they were baling hay in meadows along the Lune Valley, a beautiful day with hot sunshine and Ugandan clouds pushed up by thermals into fantastically billowing horizons. A buzzard appears over the motorway, wings and tail fanned in an almost perfect circle of lit plumage. Then the airport and a delayed overnight flight to Dubai, arriving early in the morning, but too late for the connection to Entebbe.<\/p>\n<p>I call Hilda at <a href=\"http:\/\/www.femriteug.org\/\" target=\"_blank\">Femrite<\/a> to re-arrange my schedule since we\u2019ll now lose a day. A day spent in a soulless hotel overlooking a vast, dusty building site that is this new city in the desert. Earlier we\u2019d flown over Baghdad and the Euphrates and I thought of Wilfred Thesiger amongst the marsh Arabs in the 1950\u2019s, predicting the end of their way of life. Fortunately I\u2019m reading Cormac McCarthy and, lumped together with a few hundred other airport refugees, find some connection there: \u2018Like pilgrims in a fable swallowed up and lost among the inward parts of some granite beast\u2026\u2019<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I set out late afternoon as they were baling hay in meadows along the Lune Valley, a beautiful day with hot sunshine and Ugandan clouds pushed up by thermals into fantastically billowing horizons. A buzzard appears over the motorway, wings and tail fanned in an almost perfect circle of lit plumage. Then the airport and&hellip; <a class=\"more-link\" href=\"https:\/\/www.lancaster.ac.uk\/transculturalwriting-archive\/1459\/\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Reading Uganda<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1496,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[63],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1459","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-blog","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lancaster.ac.uk\/transculturalwriting-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1459","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lancaster.ac.uk\/transculturalwriting-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lancaster.ac.uk\/transculturalwriting-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lancaster.ac.uk\/transculturalwriting-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lancaster.ac.uk\/transculturalwriting-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1459"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.lancaster.ac.uk\/transculturalwriting-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1459\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1495,"href":"https:\/\/www.lancaster.ac.uk\/transculturalwriting-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1459\/revisions\/1495"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lancaster.ac.uk\/transculturalwriting-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1496"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.lancaster.ac.uk\/transculturalwriting-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1459"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lancaster.ac.uk\/transculturalwriting-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1459"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.lancaster.ac.uk\/transculturalwriting-archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1459"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}