Chickens, Cows, and Goats, Oh My!
Tomorrow we leave for the village, Macy and I will be headed to a village by ourselves for three days that we know nothing about and Michael to a different village. We don’t know if we will have electricity or much of anything but it will be a wonderful and interesting experience, I’m sure. So please keep us in your prayers.
The adventure begins…
I’m not quite sure how to begin, or where, or what to say.
Processing, as you can imagine, is a bit different when everything is completely different than what you are used to.
There is hardly anything to relate it to, everything is just new.
There is a loose schedule and plans change by the second, but getting over jet lag is a feat of its own and when everything is completely new, where do I start?
Let’s go back to the beginning.
Monday, June 5 I left Austin, TX and traveled for four hours on a megabus to Dallas where I took an Uber and met up with the rest of the team at our hotel.
We ate our last American meal at Whataburger and prepared ourselves for the next long few days of traveling.
Over the course of the next 36 hours we traveled
· Dallas to
· Houston (1 hour) to
· Washington D.C. (3 hours) to
· Brussels, Belgium (7 hours) to
· Entebbe, Uganda (9 hours)
I don’t sleep well while traveling or on flights so by the time we made it to Entebbe I was so tired.
We traveled over 3 continents and four flights in 36 hours.
We stayed at a cute little guest house called The Vine. Macy and I had mosquito nets over our beds and were extremely grateful for showers.
I didn’t sleep well. Jet lag had taken its toll on me but I got a few hours to rest which was so nice.
We plugged in our hairdryer into the adapter and into the wall and they immediately blew out.
Later I discovered a little bottle of hair stuff had exploded (in a bag, thankfully) all over the rest of my toiletries.
Something had to go wrong though and hopefully those are the worst things.
The next day we got up and the lady of the house made us breakfast, which was so good! We had omelets with onions, peppers, and carrots, fresh juice, and toast with jam. The rest of the day was spent driving the eight hours to Mbale.
Along the way, we stopped in Jinja at Java House and had lunch there.
Driving is something of an adventure in Africa. They drive on the left side of the road and there are not just cars on the road.
The road in Africa is made up of cars . . . and motorcycles with entire families on them . . . and goats, and cows, and chickens. People running across the street, always cutting it close and so many things on the back of a motorcycle I will never even be able to make a list.
The drive was long and after four days we made it.
This is the short version and wifi is somehow more and less available than I expected but hopefully I'll be able to update soon.