Uganda, etc.: To Market, To Market

After spending a very long day driving to the hospital and back, getting puked on in large quantities, and having to bucket wash all the clothes I was wearing, I got some rest and ate dinner, then went back to National Theatre with three of the other volunteers.

Joel looks after the guesthouse, stocks our kitchen with breakfast necessities like fresh bread, bananas, and tea, and cooks us dinner every night besides Sunday. He's always trying to pull one over on us and play jokes on us. He used to play in a country music band and listens to country while he cooks dinner. He is also very protective of us volunteers (all girls) and always reminds us not to trust any of the boys we meet. It's his birthday tomorrow so I'm hoping to get some pictures then.

A typical meal at Sanyu includes rice, chipate (sp?) which is like a thin chewy pancake with an almost mochi-like texture, I like them a lot, some sort of meat, and some sort of vegetable, and fresh fruit.
The produce here is a lot uglier than in the States, but so much sweeter. Especially the bananas!

curry peas and carrots, sausage, pineapple, rice, chipate

At National Theatre they had a traditional Ugandan song/dance show which was really fun to watch with the elaborate bright costumes and pulsing drums. Grace, Hannah, Genna and I were all sitting front row and got pulled up on stage. Now I can say I butchered the native traditional dances of the ancestors in the audience. Hurrah!

Mzungus on stage with the traditional dancers!

They can really shake their hips, it's like extreme hula with 5x the energy

After the show ended we went to a night club called "Steak Out" (quality name) and I was happily surprised! We were all in our clothes from the orphanage- for me that means soccer short and a plain top, but we still attracted an incredible amount of attention. We got back to Sanyu before 2am.

It rained all that night, the night I hung my laundry out to dry, and proceded to rain for most of the day. What this meant for the babies was no outside-time. It was unusually rowdy for a few hours but then they were allowed to play sidewalk chalk on the covered cement deck that wraps around the classrooms, and I think I enjoyed it just as much as they did!

In the afternoon Hannah, Denise, Judy and I went into town to a craft market and then to a coffee shop. Kampalans are just as bad as Santa Clarans when it comes to rain, but I loved it. The constant heat was wearing me out!