We have arrived safely back in Kapsowar after two weeks in Uganda. One thing that we particularly noticed in Uganda that was different from Kapsowar was ALL the sounds. I slept horribly for most of the trip because of all the crazy sounds we were assailed with every night. Here is a quick (or maybe not so quick) list of our sound filled journey for you: (Complete with extra photos for your visual satisfaction.)
1. Call to prayerFor the first four nights of our trip we were fortunate? enough to stay RIGHT beside a mosque. Each morning at 4am we would be woken up by a call to prayer. We stayed directly beside a mosque in Jinga, down the block from one in Kampala and just up the street from this one in Masaka. (You’d think by this point we would be looking for one before we decided to stay in a hotel but we thought that we could not possibly stay directly beside a mosque three hotels in a row. Apparently you can!)
2. Ummm Ugandan Karaoke?We came through Kampala twice on this trip. Once on the way to the Ssesse Islands and then again on the way back. The first venture through we stayed at a hotel that offered the aforementioned sauna and massage that Marc is now addicted to. When we checked in the hotel staff neglected to tell us that Tuesday night was talent??? (this has several question marks for a reason) night. They also forgot to mention that the room we were given was DIRECTLY across from the stage. Sitting on our bed and looking out the window we had the best seats in the house! From 8pm until 1am we were assailed with Ugandans lip-synching very poorly to a variety of songs. The climax of the evening occurred when a Ugandan dressed in full cowboy regalia complete with a sequined vest lip-synched to a George Strait's "I'm going to love you forever." All of this was occurring while Chris was spending much time in the bathroom. Which leads me to my next sound . .
3. Chris pukingPoor Chris ate some bad Nyama Choma (fried meat) in Jinga and spent four days puking. I think the whole laying in bed while puking listening to a Ugandan cowboy sing George Strait was a bit surreal for him. Here he is re-enacting his “fun filled” four days for you in Masaka.
4. DiscoThinking that we were now headed away from all the sounds that kept us awake at night we headed for the peace and quiet of the Ssesse Islands on Lake Victoria. We were initially going to spend two days here but ended up staying five. Luckily the Disco at the resort next door (who has a disco on an island?!!) ;) only occurred the first two nights we were there.
We stayed at a camp run by a Dutchman named Loek. The islands were so beautiful with white sand beaches. We spent a lot of time reading and relaxing and eating the great food made by the camp staff. Marc went kayaking at sunset every day while I took multiple pictures. (It was very difficult to decide which pictures to put on because they were all so great!)
Me and the crazy boys.
The sunset on our first night on the islands.
Uganda is overrun with motorcycles they call “boda bodas.” They are absolutely none in the area of Kenya where we are and I had forgotten how they change the atmosphere of a city. “Muzungu, Muzungu, we go, we go!” was heard constantly as we walked all over Uganda. They were all amazed that we would choose to walk instead of take a motorbike. After seeing them weave in and out of traffic in Kampala I was much happier walking.
We rented a boda boda for a self drive while we were on the Ssese Islands. The first morning we rented one it rained for the first little while and it took Marc a while to figure out the gears (they are all backwards from Canada). Also I am not a very good motorbike passenger, constantly telling (he would say yelling) Marc to SLOW DOWN!!! The second day we rented a different bike and I calmed down a bit and enjoyed the ride around the island much more.
6. Matatu park noiseSurprisingly, Kampala is MUCH (I have used a lot of capitals on this post.) busier than Nairobi. Firstly, as mentioned before there are no boda boda’s in Nairobi and there seemed to be ten times the matatus and people in Kampala. Our second time through we stayed at a hotel directly above the main taxi park. We were used to noises keeping us up at night by this point and it was very interesting to sit on our balcony and people watch from our vantage point high above the park. The cacophony of noises did not deter our slumber, in fact it lulled us to sleep.
The view from our hotel balcony. We had fun playing our own version of Where's Waldo, instead of finding Waldo we had to find the muzungu.
We had a great visit with Myla-Rae (a friend from university working in Kampala) and James who we met last time we were in Uganda who is now going to school in Kampala.
At many of the restaurants we went to on our trip we would sit down and look at the menu and decide what to order only to be told that “Spring rolls are over” or “Samosa’s are over.” Chris was told once that he could not order tea because it would take too long to make. ☺ At the same restaurant we were told we could order chips and liver, chips and chicken or chips and beef. Oh so appetizing.
The kicker came in the Mabira Forest where we stayed on our way back from Kampala. We chose a restaurant, sat down ordered a drink and then a meal. After sitting for about 20 minutes the waiter came and told us that, “Food is over.” We asked what he meant and he told us that the cook had gone to Jinga and had not yet returned. We asked to clarification saying – “So you have no food?” We were told, “Oh no we have much food, just no cook.” OHHHHHH we understand.
The food was definitely not "over" at this restaurant in Kampala was evidenced by Marc's extremely LARGE patty.
This was not heard incessantly on our trip but we did say it a lot yesterday as we celebrated our sixth anniversary. We stopped about an hour from Kapsowar and stayed at a great little place called the Kerio View which looks out onto the Rift Valley.
We met David and Joseph at the Kerio view, part of the Moran tribe, an offshoot of the famous Masai. (ummm why is this underlined?)
This was our leftover! bacon from our breakfast this morning. We packed it up and I will put it on pizza tomorrow night.
This was not taken on our anniversary but was a re-enactment of a picture we took four years ago on our anniversary in this exact spot so it deserves a space here.
We arrived back in Kapsowar to many handshakes and greetings asking where we had gone. We were surprised at the number of people who had noticed our absence. The sun is shining again and it is starting to get warmer here. We sure enjoyed our trip but we are very happy to be “home”!
We did the ridge walk that we had done before with Josh and Kendrah and I was amazed at how much easier it was this time now that we have adjusted to the change in altitude.
Me with some coffee beans that Risper found for us along the trail. (She actually found the plants and took the beans.) She was our nature guide as we walked, constantly picking plants and telling us about their medicinal benefits or what the Kalingen people used the plants for.
We stopped at a church that was being constructed along the way and were given a tour by the chairman of the building committee. This is the office for the pastor and for some strange, unknown reason (to us at least) there is a ladder leading to a window. Marc of course took the opportunity to get in a little climbing. Doesn't he look angelic?
My dad cut his hand putting his backpack on (on a pen sticking out of the pocket of all things) and Risper worked her herbal magic (hee hee). We just happened to be stopped right by a healing plant when he cut his hand and she pulled off the leaf and squeezed the juice onto his hand. It actually sealed the cut and took the pain away but now he can't get the green plant dye off his hand.
This is Marc and I with Dan and Catherine's friend Abram. (Visiting from Tanzania) We found out that he was roommates at Regent with our good friend Steve, met Marc's cousin Rob while he was in Nairobi and also knew Marc's cousin Stacey from Regent. It's truly a small world.
My dad also brought us the new Harry Potter from London. Notice how happy I am and I even let Marc read it first! What a nice wife I am.
Today we went for a hike into a jungle and I got a little dirty as you can see. I also MAY have decided that I should wipe my dirty hands (muddy from falling) off on the grass and MAY have accidentally wiped them in poop. Oops!
Some safari ants along the way.
Lastly, we are REALLY REALLY REALLY sad that we cannot make it to the wedding of these two today. Congratulations Lowell and Julie we love you lots and lots and wish you a wonderful day! Even though we can't be there physically we are thinking of you two today!!!!!!
Some safari ants along the way.
Lastly, we are REALLY REALLY REALLY sad that we cannot make it to the wedding of these two today. Congratulations Lowell and Julie we love you lots and lots and wish you a wonderful day! Even though we can't be there physically we are thinking of you two today!!!!!!
