We arrived in Kampala at 3:30 am after a long delay in Amsterdam. Got our rooms and went to bed only to wake at 7am to go
Suubi - Children's home. When we went
thru Kampala at night, there were still people on the street. During the day it's unbelievable. It's kinda weird in that the shops are setup like a strip mall but they are only 12' wide (like a storage container), no pavement, all dirt or mud and stuff everywhere - old cars are left where they stopped. Then the shops repeat again with the same stuff. The traffic is uncontrolled. No stop signs or lights, including intersections. The interesting thing is that it works for everyone. They honk to let you know they are there - no yelling - no anger, pointing fingers etc.. It was amazing and scary.
Suubi Village. Here they have a circle of houses with a house mama with 4-6 kids per house. These kids are orphans from the war. We went to visit, they fed us lunch - rice, beans and 2 peanut sauces, one that was green and the other a plain peanut sauce- of which I just couldn't eat, but I tried. I now carry baggies with me. They were so interested in us, they greeted everyone one of us - truly we were guests. It was raining when we got to
Suubi and we are in a 28 passenger bus and
Suubi is on a big hill. Well - it got stuck - not sure how they got it out. The kids had to walk
thru the mud to get to their house (1/2 mile) to meet with us for lunch. They sang and danced for us. We were invited into their homes (they are all the same) to see them and the decorations they made for us. What a humbling experience. Another venture back
thru Kampala - cleaned up and went to dinner at a Japanese restaurant. We then dragged ourselves to bed for a 7am wake up call for breakfast at 8am.
We arrived in Kampala at 3:30 am after a long delay in Amsterdam. Got our rooms and went to bed only to wake at 7am to go Suubi - Children's home. When we went thru Kampala at night, there were still people on the street. During the day it's unbelievable. It's kinda weird in that the shops are setup like a strip mall but they are only 12' wide (like a storage container), no pavement, all dirt or mud and stuff everywhere - old cars are left where they stopped. Then the shops repeat again with the same stuff. The traffic is uncontrolled. No stop signs or lights, including intersections. The interesting thing is that it works for everyone. They honk to let you know they are there - no yelling - no anger, pointing fingers etc.. It was amazing and scary.
Suubi Village. Here they have a circle of houses with a house mama with 4-6 kids per house. These kids are orphans from the war. We went to visit, they fed us lunch - rice, beans and 2 peanut sauces, one that was green and the other a plain peanut sauce- of which I just couldn't eat, but I tried. I now carry baggies with me. They were so interested in us, they greeted everyone one of us - truly we were guests. It was raining when we got to Suubi and we are in a 28 passenger bus and Suubi is on a big hill. Well - it got stuck - not sure how they got it out. The kids had to walk thru the mud to get to their house (1/2 mile) to meet with us for lunch. They sang and danced for us. We were invited into their homes (they are all the same) to see them and the decorations they made for us. What a humbling experience. Another venture back thru Kampala - cleaned up and went to dinner at a Japanese restaurant. We then dragged ourselves to bed for a 7am wake up call for breakfast at 8am.
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