My eyes fell on the boys quarters of my favorite restaurant in Jinja, 2 Friends, run by a Swedish couple, a little house some 30 meters behind the restaurant's main building.

Picture: My Poster for 2 Friends

2 Friends is a remarkable restaurant. The core of the customers is formed by the wazungu working for Alstom, the company in charge of making several turbines of Jinja's new electricity dam. But since the cook Steven is very well versed in Indian food, you find a lot of Indians as well. The men wear western long trousers and shirts, the women and girls beautiful sarongs. They come with their families, for lunch meetings, or with friends and girl friends for a drink and a game of pool at night. There are also many Ugandan customers. Not only the young Ugandan girlfriends of the middle aged whites, but also other Ugandans come for a meal or a drink. The most pleasurable aspect of 2 Friends in my view, is that one has the choice of sitting with your own group in a garden hut, or go to the veranda, where there are long tables where everybody who feels like it can join. This gives 2 Friends a bit of the character of a club, where one can meet fellow members. Whites join in most, Ugandans second place, but you will even speak quite some Indians, though they have the strongest inclination not to mix with others.
Of course, once you have the taste of it, it becomes hard to skip an evening: all gossip and news of the regular restaurant's customers and even the rest of the town is dealt with and who would want to miss even one day's episode?
Another interesting development is action taken by the group of the heaviest regular guests. Instead of daily undergoing jokes about their weight they decided to turn the table by starting a Zero Point One Ton Club, open only to guests of over 100 kg. A scale is now available at the restaurants office. The weight of our (I am proud to be a member) president, who is one of the 2 Friends, Jouko TAHVANAINEN is only estimated, for fear of totally crushing the scale (see the Constitution of the Zero Point One Ton Club).  See also my guest Cas' successful application to the club membership.

Picture: Zero Point One Ton Club President Jouko TAHVANAINEN

How to find Restaurant, Bar and Guest House 2 Friends.

Picture: 2 Friends restaurant's Boys Quarters

For my dogs the move to 2 Friends meant being fenced at restaurant hours (from lunch time to 12 at night) but for them this is more than compensated by a private garbage heap with fresh restaurant leftovers to be plundered from midnight to noon (photo above taken from the top of this refuse dump, frequently full of marvelously colored ibises, a joy for Supa and Haipa to chase).
I got the house for free in exchange for doing the restaurants and associated guest houses printing. That is quite fair.
On arrival I started making the dog fence. At four it was Supa-proof (Supa, the white dog left on the photo below, is the largest and strongest). At six it was Haipa proof (Haipa is slender and smart).
At least that is what I thought.

In fact, it took me three more days, chartering under covers and other secret observers to detect Haipa's (see arrow in photo above) ingenious methods of escape and mending the leaks..
The house is a good model of the dhow. Though 50% wider, it has the same length, 20 meters. If you see the fenced area as the rear (steering) deck (cockpit) and the interior as the "cabin", the dog commands cockpit! and cabin! can readily be exercised in this setting.
I now had a good kitchen, a "wireless landline" telephone connected to a mast at Mwiri hill, overseeing the lake bay of Jinja with signal reach of 30 km, which means phone and (slow but flat rate) internet all over that bay. The antenna will be in the dhow mast but hangs, for the time being, high in a papaya tree, to 43^o, (nice to have GPS calibrated maps on your laptop).

photo: wireless broadband internet in Uganda
Tree: Popo (Carica papaya), exept for the metal branch

After their restaurant refuse dump raids Supa and Haipa stink like hell and rarely have appetite to touch the dry food I used to buy for them. Only my bones stay in demand. My parents just sent me fresh Cuban cigars. If desired, a waitress attends my very own garden table. After a week of screwing planks, fencing, wiring, repairing and cleaning, heaven is back on earth for all of us three:

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Picture: Supa (r) and Haipa (l) (Canis familiaris niloticus, that is "true bred local bastards") in digestive position after one of their restaurant refuse dump raids
(we sincerely apologize for being unable to make your computer display the smell of the gentlemen)