How to Beat a Kampala Hangover

So last night I went to have a drink with my friend Richard. Thing is, it was really Richard and much of his extended family. We met about nine, and just planned to have a couple of beers, but then some more family showed up and we figured out that they were Ffumbe clan (and hence, my brothers). To celebrate the discovery of new family members, one of these fine gentlemen decided to purchase an entire bottle of Uganda Waragi. This stuff tastes a bit like gin and it's about that strong. He proceeded to top off an eight ounce glass for me. Now I hadn't had that much to drink, but this on top of a beer really put me over the edge. It doesn't help that beer bottles here are 500 ml instead of the good ole 300 ml bottles we mortals are accustomed to in the states. So this morning when I was all set to be on campus by 9:00 and didn't wake up until much too late, I had to be in quite a rush. Now, for the moment you've been waiting for: how to kill a Waragi hangover (subtitled Seven Steps well, if not to Heaven than at least out of Hell):

1) Eat the beautiful Equatorial fruit bowl that your roomate has prepared for you (thanks DK--you're the man--pinapple and bananas for breakfast = yum).
2) Wherever you are, find the nearest boda-boda to get there fast.
3) Make sure he can see straight, even if you can't.
4) Enjoy the refreshing mist of the cool rain just beginning to fall.
5) Take four straight hours of Luganda lessons. This is a real buzzkill when you'd really rather be sleeping.
6) Eat a big lunch.
7) All better!

In spite of the fact that I throbbed through the entire Luganda session this morning, I sit here at 2 PM free of headache and finally rid of the smell of Uganda Waragi. Thanks muganda wange empya (new brother). Diplomacy in kinship, she is a cruel mistress.