A few weeks ago, a man slashing some grass drank a bottle of water, and once he was finished with it he just tossed it beside him in the yard.
One of my friends looked at him and kindly asked him to give her the bottle he just threw, and then she said, "I't s your Uganda..."
Pretty much what she was trying to say was that it's his Uganda, because we will be leaving after our service in 2 years, so if he doesn't take care of it, then who will?
This is quite a problem... no one facing the facts here... just looking the other way or something... so, I really like the statement made, "It's your Uganda..."
uh huh...
"Where are you going?"
haha, people ask this question hundreds and billions of times, like in your face, "where are you going?" haha, like they really want to know or something, maybe as if their life depends on it. It's really funny.
As I always say, public transportation here is really insane, and somehow out of control. If I were to die in this country, chances are highly that it would be due to some form of public transportation accident.
Perfect example, on the way into town today our taxi broke down and we were stranded on the side of the road for about 30 minutes until finally someone "fixed" the taxi... by "fixed" I mean the vehicle was able to move again. haha.
Actually it's pretty funny at this point, and mostly I just try to laugh.
More examples of recent:
The bus ride home from Kampala to Budaka (about a 5 hour bus ride), the woman sitting in front of me spit a big wad of spit out the window and it managed to land on my arm. I was like gee thanks. A few minutes later she spit again, this time the spit smeared all over the window, so I asked her, "excuse me, can you please NOT do that", ha, she said "sorry".
Then, I saw a miget walking down the street.
Then the woman next to me ordered some greasy street chicken on a stick and had me open her water bottle because her hands were too greasey... as she is eating, I am seated next to the window and she is beside me... so as she finishes parts of the chicken she flings the bones across my body out of the window. haha. Once again, I'm like gee, thanks.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Uganda vs. Niger
Uganda beat Niger this weekend 3-1. Woo Uganda!
I went to the football/ soccer game, it was on Saturday...
The crowd was cheering almost the entire time, it was nuts! Really though, I had the time of my life.. it was crazy kind of funny. Just lots and lots of people and happy people...
The stadium was in Kampala and it was 100 % packed fully of screaming fans. Everyone was decked out in Ugandan clothes, face paint, flags, everything.
I had my first beer on tap in Uganda also, and that was quite a highlight.
After the game we left the stadium, and there were lines of cars and peoples for miles you could see up the road. We walked along the railroad tracks, following the leaders on our way out of there. The sun was even setting, people were still cheering, man it was cool.
It was too far to walk all the way, so we took a taxi the rest. Ha ha, some man gave me a maraca as I was leaving the stadium, so the whole taxi ride people were still cheering, and me too with my new maraca. It was just lovely.
We had our bus ride home today from Kampala and it took about 5 hours. There is a road, about an hour section of not goodness. It is bumpy, dirt flying in your face, even when I wipe my face, a layer of dirt comes with it. Woah. We usually sit in the back of the bus, and it's almost like a rollercoaster at Kings Dominion or something. We fly up in the air after speed bumps, which do come about every 2 feet. haha, exaggerating, but it feels like it sometimes.
The thing is though, when I have a window seat and my ipod on, I love to sit back, even if I'm a little squished, it's just really nice.
One funny random thing that happened this week... another volunteer has this ring that has symbols including skulls on it. I realized he has left it on a table, so I picked it up for him. I overheard some men asking where the ring went and someone pointed to me. Their heads turned so fast in my direction...
They thought the ring may have belonged to a devil worshipper...
I told them it wasn't mine, but one of my friends, and then I explained that the volunteer who owned the ring was mearly a pirate, so they shouldn't be worried. hehe.
I went to the football/ soccer game, it was on Saturday...
The crowd was cheering almost the entire time, it was nuts! Really though, I had the time of my life.. it was crazy kind of funny. Just lots and lots of people and happy people...
The stadium was in Kampala and it was 100 % packed fully of screaming fans. Everyone was decked out in Ugandan clothes, face paint, flags, everything.
I had my first beer on tap in Uganda also, and that was quite a highlight.
After the game we left the stadium, and there were lines of cars and peoples for miles you could see up the road. We walked along the railroad tracks, following the leaders on our way out of there. The sun was even setting, people were still cheering, man it was cool.
It was too far to walk all the way, so we took a taxi the rest. Ha ha, some man gave me a maraca as I was leaving the stadium, so the whole taxi ride people were still cheering, and me too with my new maraca. It was just lovely.
We had our bus ride home today from Kampala and it took about 5 hours. There is a road, about an hour section of not goodness. It is bumpy, dirt flying in your face, even when I wipe my face, a layer of dirt comes with it. Woah. We usually sit in the back of the bus, and it's almost like a rollercoaster at Kings Dominion or something. We fly up in the air after speed bumps, which do come about every 2 feet. haha, exaggerating, but it feels like it sometimes.
The thing is though, when I have a window seat and my ipod on, I love to sit back, even if I'm a little squished, it's just really nice.
One funny random thing that happened this week... another volunteer has this ring that has symbols including skulls on it. I realized he has left it on a table, so I picked it up for him. I overheard some men asking where the ring went and someone pointed to me. Their heads turned so fast in my direction...
They thought the ring may have belonged to a devil worshipper...
I told them it wasn't mine, but one of my friends, and then I explained that the volunteer who owned the ring was mearly a pirate, so they shouldn't be worried. hehe.
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