Once again, Uganda has presented its many assets and flaws over the past few days.
- Delicious rolex (chapati with eggs and tomatoes inside) and nyama choma in the night market after a night at Bubble’s;
- At least a dozen harrowing boda-boda rides (I find myself increasingly concerned with my safety as my stay lengthens);
- The beautiful countryside in Masindi on our way to T.’s family’s place;
- The hated bus-ride (I feel older and older as I increasingly hate taking them);
- Evening chai and curling up with the children under the stars and the huge moon looking at pictures on our cameras;
- Adopting a Bunyoro pet name, Adiari;
- Matoke, ground nut sauce, sweet potatoes and chicken eaten under the light of a paraffin lit lantern;
- Stumbling to the outside bathroom at midnight under a moon so bright no lamp was needed;
- Two coatings of red dust washed off in a cold bucket shower and later at Backpacker’s after two 13 mile boda-boda rides;
- A car crash between a massive lorry carrying bricks and cement and a small white jeep on the Masindi-Kampala road. Roads blocked;
- Careening onto a dirt village path behind the LINK bus, watching it narrowly tip over;
- The ridiculously low cost of a 5-hour taxi ride ($90);
- Pharmacies selling $3 treatment of industry-strength antibiotics (you will lose your appetite);
-Bath-tubs.
