welcome to yooganndah

this was my first ride in uganda. LGH's van is the almost same one - only shabbier =] we don't like to wash ours. which is find with me

So tonight is my first official night in Uganda. I’m staying at the Airport Guest House. My thoughts getting off the plane were, first – it’s humid, and second - Uganda smells real good. But as I continue on, I realize it smells like Haiti, but not as near as bad as Haiti. I was surprised to find that they drive on the left side of the road and the steering wheel is on the “passenger” side. But then I realize that I’m retarded, I mean, why wouldn’t they?! They were colonized by Britain. I just hadn’t thought of it.

I totally love their vehicles though – bear I immediately thought of you. They got some LEGIT rides. Don’t worry I’ll bring you back one.

Turns out my bug spray completely busted – so I had the joy of washing a good section of my stuff out when I got to my room. I also showered without a shower curtain, which was kind of fun. It was just kind of like – hello bathroom! I can seeeeee youuuuuuuu. I am also sleeping under a full mosquito netting on a bed that’s definitiely not a full, but not just small enough to be a twin. I would say it’s a good cuddling bed.

I’m feeling a little lonely tonight. Probably because it’s my first night not sharing a bed in an outrageously long time, but I think it’s more because the driver said there was wireless internet, and when I got here – the modem was down. I kinda got my hopes up =[ I will learn quickly not to do that.

That’s all for now, I’m beat, which is great because I’m already right on track with the time zone here. It’s midnight and I’m going to bed. Although I must remind myself to tell you about the chaplain and the old man. Separate stories – but both mind-blowing and when I say mind-blowing I mean that from an anthropologist’s perspective, you’ll enjoy it tricia.

Much love family. You’re in my heart.