I've been accumulating a list of things that have been eye-opening to me here in Uganda. Some of the things I'd heard about but was still surprised when I saw them. And some things were a pure surprise.
Every cookhouse (where they cook for workers, school children, etc.) that I've seen so far is a metal, enclosed shack. Cooking on charcoal occurs inside, where a woman and usually her child watch over the food.
The cookhouse at one of the farms.
The cook and her baby, Barbara.
I'm always amazed at the number of people just walking along the roadsides, even in the middle of the day. I always wonder where they are heading. I'm even more amazed at the number of curious children who stop and watch the people working. The little boy below stopped to watch for more than 30 minutes. Doesn't he have somewhere he needs to be? Like at school?
A little boy stopped for a while to watch us digging a trench.
The sunsets and sunrises here. Enough said.
Things can get done so fast! And all by hand. Below is an example of an implement that was shipped in a container in pieces, and in just a couple of work hours, it was completely assembled and ready to put to use.
The implement fresh out of the container.
The implement assembled.
Norwegian people are some of the kindest, easily accepting people and unrelenting lovers of African babies. I've enjoyed having them as my housemates.
My Norwegian housemates.
One of the farm managers and I made a run to the store, and I found out he'd never driven a car before. He said, "Why would I learn if I cannot afford a car?" That conversation ended with him driving us home.
I taught Sunday to drive a car.
We've heard about the major income gap in a lot of Africa. It's easily seen from my hotel's roof. I live in a pretty nice hotel, but the view around it shows how the majority of other people in Kampala live.
The contrast between where I live and the way other people live not so far away.
We had the privilege of seeing the national sport of Africa. Soccer here is loud and confusing and a little less disciplined.
The soccer field and all the spectators.
Matatus are very common means of transportation for many people. They are supposed to be much safer than boda-bodas, the motorcycle taxies, but I didn't trust them after the accident we saw. There were fatalities. After being here for two months and never seeing a wreck despite the crazy driving, this was definitely scary.