11/07/2026
The reception at Mirima feels less like an entrance and more like being welcomed into a Ugandan home.
On the walls, Tooro begins to speak. Wooden carvings, ancient masks, and old photographs hold small pieces of history, the kind you do not rush past. You pause. You look again. You start to notice the faces, the hands, the stories.
Nearby, the craft centre carries the work of Ugandan makers, each piece quietly asking whether a little of this place might travel home with you.
Then the briefing lounge opens into light: a sunrise over Kibale’s forest line, with plantations beyond, glowing softly into the room.
This is where we sit together, see each other properly, and welcome you the Tooro way — with your Empaako name.