So I was quickly initiated back in the Ugandan culture on my few days back. I was immediately reminded of where I was upon exiting the airplane. I went from Switzerland and London where temperatures were warm and in the 40’s to Uganda where it was about 80 degrees upon exiting the plane at 10 pm, not to mention temperature controlled rooms to “I hope the fan blows enough cold air to cool me down”.
Secondly, I was reminded of the rules of the road…meaning that there really are none except for the police are always right. I guess those rules I made for my classroom have come back to haunt me. (#1 The teacher is always right. #2 if the teacher is wrong, refer back to rule #1) I think in one day of driving in Uganda, I’ve experienced more frustration than the 2 plus months spent in the States.
Lastly, this morning I had to get up early to wash my bedsheets. Let me rephrase that…hand wash my bedsheets and blanket because they were so dusty. Not my favorite thing to do, but much needed.
I’m sure there will be more realizations of what it means to live in Uganda, but that’s it for now. Funny thing is I’ve been here two days and still haven’t had any Ugandan food…been eating out a lot with friends and the team from Calvary. Weird though.
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