Woah there!

This past week has been pretty steady. I’m not saying I haven’t done loads of highly exciting things, it’s just that I’d done lots of them before and I’m sure you’ve all been reading so carefully you’d notice if I started to repeat myself. Thus, I decided I’d write a bit about life here and things that are different/fun/annoying at various points in time.

General life in Uganda is different from the UK on several levels. I’ll make no attempt to say how many to avoid conspicuously missing some out. In some ways life here is more comfortable than in the UK due to the culture sometimes being closer to the conservative moral values I usually hold, occasionally with some difficultly at times in the UK. Obviously this doesn’t apply to everything as there are many values I hold dearly that are absent (orderly queuing being the accessible example) and many that are held here that I will sometime not understand or even dislike. Still, the general consensus of ‘traditional family values’ makes it sometimes feel like an extended Christian camp (as does everyone smiling and greeting as you walk by). I’m sure part of this is due to my failure/inability to make many friends who aren’t linked into the same work as me, but there’s a general consensus on many issues that is closer to my opinions than back home.

Aside from this, life as a mzungu in Ugandacan often make one feel like both a celebrity and a millionaire. The celebrity thing isn’t quite accurate as the fame is linked to nothing I’ve done or said, nor even to me as an individual but rather simply to the fact that I am white (still a very pale white despite my proximity to the equator). Regardless of this, it’s generally quite fun that children get excited when they see you and sometimes squeal with excitement if you deign to wave back. The drawbacks come from being generally conspicuous.

Sometime they think their celebrities too

Take, for example the AGM I went to two weeks ago; being ‘a celebrity’ there had its pros and cons. On the plus side, I got invited to have sodas with some local big shots before the AGM belatedly began; I might have been invited anyway, but they knew I should go cause there was this white guy sat on his own in the audience. On the negative side, I couldn’t hide at the meeting and sit plainly reading the book I’d cunningly brought along to stem the tedium (I did the classic, ‘hide the book in the report the person is reading verbatim’ and look like you’re listening) nor could I sneak out too early. The occasionally embarrassing aspect is often being beckoned to saunter through security unchecked whilst locals wait patiently (well, kind of patiently). For example, I went to renew the insurance on the Cruiser on Wednesday and ended being asked to sign the visitor’s book because was a (and I quote) ‘full guest’.

This is also partially tied to the millionaire aspect. Despite my occasional attempts to explain the idea of student debt and the wonderful £21,000 I owe some company for my delightful education, everyone is convinced I’m loaded. In some ways this is fair as, whilst not presently, the sums of money likely to pass through my hands in my life are embarrassing when compared with what most people earn here (ever increasing my dislike of expensive coffee, clothes, food and the like). Further, even currently, there’s a huge income asymmetry between myself and some of my Ugandan friends. I have quite learned how to deal with this yet. There isn’t the culture of pride/independence/whatever it is that there is in have in the UK that would make asking a friend to give you money peculiar or awkward, thus people I know can often ask me to buy them this or that. Generally this can be dismissed or ignored (unless there’s some serious reason behind the request) but the asymmetry kicks in if you want to go and do something. Going somewhere with someone and paying for the pleasure of their company is something I’d though I’d be able to leave until parenthood (those of you with your minds in the gutter should be ashamed!), and can make friendship more complicated which can be unfortunate. Now, God can use all this money stuff to teach me about generosity (His and ours in response) and stewardship, but that doesn’t stop it from being difficult.

All this said, Ugandans are overwhelming welcoming and generous! Just as I was writing this bit (scandalously at work on Friday whilst waiting for someone to finish something so I could work on it), one of my co-workers gave me some peanuts they’d brought in from home. Ugandans are amazingly hospitable and typically ply me with some wonderful thing or other if I ever visit. People are caring, always looking for ways to help and generous with their time. Looking back at my time here, money has hardly ever been an issue, but it had been playing on my mind recently. I’m tempted to remove some of my earlier remarks, but will leave them in anyway.

The funny side of money is that 4500 USH = £1. It’s taken quite a lot of getting used to in terms of not running away when someone tell me something costs 150,000 USh (£33) or talking about 1 million shillings (!) (£225).

On the subject of money, I just remembered that I inadvertently bribed someone last week! It was to do with visa things, and I can wholeheartedly promise that it wasn’t intentional ;) but it was an interesting realisation when someone told me that I shouldn’t have paid for or qualified for something. Whoops!

Anyway, today was much busier and I’m back off to the village tomorrow (where I didn’t go last week for the first time since I arrived) so might come back with exciting driving stories. Let’s hope so for your sake! Please keep being in touch with news and the like!

Always an amazing drive

P.S. Sorry about the recycled of photos, may have misplaced the cable temporarily!

As John Grisham says...

Much to my amusement, life seems to be moving in two different directions. On the one hand, lots of things about this place seem highly familiar now. I can navigate the hallways in the pitch back (which is handy when power cuts hit at weird and wonderful times) and can even give some directions to places in town these days. At the same time, life gets increasingly varied and different. At the root of the second thing is that I’m decreasing the number of general jobs that I partake in, letting Rose and Joan have more of the fun. Part of this is due to the oft-promised efficiency savings that come from knowing a few tricks on Excel which have meant there’s less to go around (in a good way) and some is because the backlog of jobs that had provided for a rainy day (where work dried up) is starting to disappear. All this is a long way of saying that I’ve been doing lots of different things this week. Lots of them have been fun; lots of them have been tiring.

Joshua (on the left) has moved from crying when seeing me, through smiling
and now on to the apparent boredom. I've obviously settled.

Wednesday came along with the interview candidates. One was a little too keen and turned up 4 hours early (she got the job, but it wasn’t due to this overwhelming keenness (we told her today and I’m sure I was more excited about telling her than she was about hearing!)). I quite enjoyed my first experience in recruitment. I got to ask the personal questions and was astounded at what one could get away with asking in countries where the law on discrimination in employment is still developing. Remembering what it’s like to be interviewed and looking ahead to future ones of my own, I adopted a sweet and friendly demeanour. Pulling this off took quite a bit of concentration so I promptly forgot several of the questions I was supposed to ask; thankfully, the team (aren’t teams great) came back to the important ones later. I don’t think it’s unfair to say that the Ugandans adopted a slightly less polite approach (not that the candidates seemed to expect anything different). I winced a few times at the absence of niceties and the fact that people didn’t make use of pleasant understatement but was left wondering if my determination to be nice had actually amounted to a confusing pile of words that no one else quite understood. Oh subtle (or not) different uses of the same language, what a joy.

Thursday was supposed to be my day at the bank filling out forms and I did indeed spend nearly two hours there. The low point of this was sitting on the other side of the desk waiting for one of the staff who was caught up watching a soap on the tv to make eye contact with me. Again, it might be that politeness was a little unproductive. Much of the rest of the day was spent in pursuit of the bits and bobs they hadn’t previously told me I’d need to gather, but in fairness it wasn’t the drag I thought it might turn out to be.

Friday was a real break from the usual as I went with Aunt Bex (a previous administrator at the Hospice) to see the project she now runs with her husband. We went to the school and I got to see the progress on the 2^nd and 3^rd floors as well as interrupt every lesson that was going on at the time.

The school yard

 Child of Hope works in the largest slum in the town which is located about a 15 minute walk from my house. Despite this, I’d never been there until now. The slum is predominantly round mud huts, like they have out in the village, into which up to 10 people are often squashed. Many of the people who live in the slum have left their tribal areas due to violence and have come to the edges of the town, hoping for work that often did not materialise. It was really challenging to walk through these areas, often marred by alcoholism and violence, and hear the stories of some of the families. One could see that, without Child of Hope, the vast majority of the children at the school would have no options open to them and would have either sat at home or been sent to town to ‘pick’ (collect things that may be of value from the street or just to beg). To see the joy in the faces of the mothers of some of the kids who have been given a place at the school was a powerful thing. The school aims to take a child from each family in the nearest two of the six parts of the slum and ensure that their educational, physical and emotional needs are met. It does so in an explicitly Christian way, but does not discriminate against religion (or tribe which can be a greater source of tension among these displaced groups). I could talk for much much longer about it all, but it was a really interesting and challenging morning.

We had guests from Kampala staying for lots of last week which was nice as it added some noise and hubbub to the place, plus we had some great food! Saturday was their last full day so we went on a trip to Sipi falls (yup, again. I did try not to duplicate photos, but who knows!). We also went with some of the guys from town so I got to drive quite a full Land Cruiser up and down quite a steep road. It was good times. I remembered a coat this time so avoided some of the soaking!

All of the Sipi Falls

 

Finally Sunday! In theory, the service in Malera was to start at 8 so we were to set off at the outrageous time of 6:10. A few delays pushed that back to 6:30, but we still arrived, ready to rumble, at 7:55. Of course, the meeting didn’t start until 9:30; still, be had tea and gnuts (peanuts) whilst we were waiting so it wasn’t all bad. After a few songs and creeds, it was my turn. I spoke on the parable of the Unmerciful Servant (always a cheerful message), stressing the implicit gospel at the start and the impossibly high standards of forgiveness that God calls us to after we have received impossible forgiveness from Him. I really enjoyed the opportunity and did most of it without complication (I found the interpreter gave me time to think, that and some suitably dramatic pauses). However, I realised I didn’t know how to summarise the message or deliver it as a personal challenge/invitation. Thankfully, Charles (a trainee Rev responsible for the youth in the diocese) stepped in and caped it off with three minutes in Itesot that I didn’t understand; then some people responded to become Christians which is always cool. Brilliantly, three of the five were pensioners who’d clearly been in the church for a long long time. One was even the leader of the choir! All in all, it was a great learning opportunity; good to see which bits I’ve still got to learn!

There are some benefits to being up at 6

 Not too sure what this week will hold. I’m trying to chase some funding for the Hospice to finance long-held dreams of moving to a purpose built facility instead of the current converted bungalow which works but is far from ideal. Plus we’ve got someone coming to restart auditing the accounts which should be fun.

Amongst general prayer requests for guidance, wisdom, health and safety, it would be really helpful if people could pray for the Dr. She’s in the UK, but has fallen and hurt her back quite badly which threatens to derail some of the important things she needs to do whilst she’s back in the UK. Please pray that God’s plans will not be hindered or disrupted.

Still in the game...

Dreadfully sorry about that brief interruption. The Dr took the internet (all of it) with her so that she could work in Kampala the night before she flew to the UK. Unfortunately, a problem with the Cruiser led to the Reverend having to drive back from Kampala (normally a 4 hour journey) at a much slower pace so it took him 8 hours.

The Cruiser hasn’t been very happy recently. Last Monday we discovered that the break pads were worn out. Unfortunately, we didn’t have time to repair it before the drive out to the village which led to a very entertaining game of “How few times can you break on the journey?” I managed only four on the way back, three times to drop off people and once when a boda (motorbike taxi) driver decided to pull into the road unexpectedly. It would seem that, in repairing the breaks, the mechanics at the Toyota garage decided to leave a few bolts loose; they obviously appreciate our company too much. Anyway, all of this led to a rather exciting journey today as we took the pickup to the village instead. We squeezed four of us into the front and then picked up two more to sit in the back. This might seem fine, but I had a slightly disconcerting experience with the pickup on Sunday when it failed to climb a slightly sloped, grassy surface and subsequently ran out of fuel (the gauge always shows empty and the speedo doesn’t ever go below 23 km/hr). Whilst driving back, we got pulled over by a traffic policeman, but managed to get away with only a stern admonition to replace the rear right tyre today. In fairness, the degree of snaking and sliding had left me with a similar resolution before he told us to.

Donations for a new tyre gratefully received

Last week was good but tiring. Work was fine, doing random bits and bobs that the Dr needed finishing before she headed off (including a late-night powerpoint assembly on Saturday). Unfortunately, I’d spent six hours of the day at a rather dreary AGM for a local organisation so the additional five hours of scouring for photos made it quite a long day.

So it wasn't all bad...

I had the sense to arrive two hours late to the meeting (10.15), but the Guest of honour was another 90 minutes late (11.45). Due to the time that the oft-favoured ‘Let me read this report to you word by word’ approach that was adopted, when I subtly stole away (well, as subtly as I could leave given I was the only white person there) at 16.15 (before they began the elections that were scheduled to take at least an hour) we were still yet to have lunch. Tragic.

Two hours late is still too early

The sum of my previous exertions has led to not feeling in the pink of health this week. I wouldn’t necessarily burden you with the information of my delightfully runny tummy, except that the joy has been compounded by a day at the village clinic where they only have squatty toilets. These joys, plus a tricky evening (I didn’t mention that I made someone at work cry the other week, great times) have led to some moments of cries of reliance on God, which I guess is a good thing. If I can grab some extra sleep at points this week and maybe have a day of bingeing on a novel, things should return to a more tranquil state.

This may have little to do with the blog, but I thought it was great.
I get to walk past it every day on the way to work.

 Aside from the important relaxation, this week should have a few interesting moments. I’m helping interview candidates for a new enrolled nurse tomorrow which should be fun! I think I get to ask the questions on education, so I’m sure to get lost in the similar but different names of qualifications and grades. I’m sure any awkwardness will help the candidates settle in so I guess I shouldn’t prepare too much. Then I’m set to spend several hours in a bank on Thursday trying to open two free community bank accounts. I’ve spent the past few weeks accumulating the random pieces of paper they want (all of them coming with the all-important stamp of their respective organisations which is seen as a fool-proof way of establishing their pedigree), but part of me is still sure the process will be suspended mid-signing when they notice a spelling mistake in something or other.

Got four guests arriving on Wednesday which should be nice. The older (60’s) of the couples is the family we stayed with in Kampala last weekend whilst the younger couple (late 20’s) were there at the same time. The younger couple both have delightful Irish accents, made even better by the wife being from Germany. Maybe I’ll treat them all to my personally-acclaimed tour of Mbale.

At some point I have to work out exactly what I’m doing with visas and such. The only part of this dilemma I’ll relay is that if I decided to pop to Kenya every three months (as I had before coming) each country will charge me $50 for the privilege which seems a little harsh for a poor volunteer like me. Apparently they’re starting to clamp down a bit on the, “I did leave for a day, can I please come back now?” approach to long term visits to Uganda which makes it more confusing. Part of me thinks being stuck in Kenya indefinitely would be a pretty cool adventure but no one else here has been quite so optimistic so far. Anyway, I’m sure something will have happened by 9^th October. If I stop blogging all of a sudden, I’m in a Ugandan gaol somewhere, being even more adventurous!

#Interesting Ugandan Cultural Observation 1#

So, not only have Ugandans wholeheartedly adopted the “How are you?” thing (including a stock answer of “I’m fine” that is almost unanimous and purely reflexive (something I love to do with the three year old on the compound is relentlessly ask him how he is and bask in the “I’m fine”s)) but they’ve added more polite things to say! Every time you come back from somewhere in Uganda, someone will welcome you back. I first encountered this in my first week when I cam back from a night in the village. I thought it was sweet that everyone was welcoming me back. Then I noticed every day after I got back from work and felt a little less special. The highlight of this is that, even if you’ve been travelling with the person, if they make it indoors before you they can welcome you back. Classic.

I obviously work for the wrong hospital

Two months! (ish)

It’s seems strange that I’ve been here nearly 2 months now! Amazing. However, I realised that my body has always been trained to work hard for 8 weeks and then have some time off. The real world is less generous, but I have managed to squeeze in some great relaxation time over the last weekend.

Probably the highlight of last week came about 12 hours after posting the previous blog. It ha rained really heavily on Sunday night and this meant that the drive to the clinic on Tuesday was even more exciting. Most of the journey was normal until we came to this bit of the road that the locals have recently re-directed a stream over so that they have water closer to where their erecting a new building. This bit of the road has been getting steadily worse, but in the face of the heavy rain it was a delightful quagmire. We came to it and had to wait for two local taxis/buses to be dragged out and then ran through by local helpers. I took this break to assist by taking photos and setting the tyres to 4x4 mode. Then the moment came, I waved off those starting to tug at the bull-bars to help us, put the Cruiser into L4 and set off into the breach. Needless to say I was grinned like a fool throughout and punched the air in excitement on making back onto solid ground. This may not sound too exciting but it was great great times.

Wednesday was also notable for an incident whilst driving, but this one was of a less cheery nature. I was out in the pickup (which is cc16 years old and great times to drive about in, partially due to having a manual gearbox set on the side of the steering wheel) bringing someone back to the house and, out of nowhere, a boda driver crashed into the left hand side. We took the driver to the hospital as he’d cut his hand (I’ve still got a bit of the blood on my right shoe). Helping him was made a bit tricky by his story changing a few details, but some kind assistance from the Reverend Simon led to it all ending well. The pickup suffered a small scratch which, as you might imagine of a 16-year-old vehicle, is easily lost in a sea of damaged paintwork.

On Thursday, we (Dr, Rev, myself and Tiff from Jenga) set off for Kampala for the weekend as there were various things scattered over several days that needed doing. Thursday ended up being largely spent travelling and going to see people in shipping about a container that Jenga was/is waiting for. I learnt lots about shipping (inc the meaning of demurrage) and met lots of very kind Ugandans who helped us free of charge. Friday was a free day which I took with both hands. After visiting some shops with the Dr, I went off for lunch (I had a burger! (unfortunately not McD, can you believe there are no McD in Uganda!)) and then went round a few more shops. Some of these trips were of my own volition. Finally, the relaxation reached a crescendo as I spent several hours in a café reading the Kiterunner whilst sipping a ‘soda’. I definitely did have teary eyes at several points whilst sat on my own in a café reading a book, that would be embarrassing. When I finally got embarrassed about my poor rate of soda consumption, I went and sat on the floor by the main gate to continue reading; I’m a great tourist.

Saturday was the Dr’s birthday! However, she was at a conference for much of the day so various other jobs acted to fill the time before celebrations. Best of these was helping do decorations for a wedding as the family we were staying with in Kampala do this as a part-time business. We went out for a meal in the evening to an Italian restaurant and I had a pizza that looked like a pizza (unlike some of the other pizzas I’ve seen here). Plus, there was a real Italian working at the restaurant! Amazing. To my horror, I failed to finish my pizza. I still haven’t quite worked out the implications of this, but I’m a little scared. After dinner, we came back to have birthday cake. The Dr was just cutting the cake when I managed to catapult the young girl I was playing through the air so that she cut her nose on the very table the cake was on. Blood and tears commenced, as did my embarrassed look. She’s fine though! It’s okay!

Finally Sunday! We set off pretty early so that we’d get back in time for dinner as a team was coming through Mbale to visit a project and the Dr. However, we did stop off at ‘the source of the Nile’. This beautiful and momentous spot had been slightly ruined by the erection of a hydroelectric dam by the British a long time a that submerged the waterfall. This dam does provide the power for all of Uganda (or used to until they built a new replacement next to it), but I’m sure some Cost Benefit Analyses would be unhappy. Still, it was brilliant to be there; wonderful to look out over Lake Victoria and down toward the Nile.

I wasn’t completely convinced by Kampala as an exciting tourist destination. I know complaining about the busyness and bustle makes  sound like I was born in a village and not the mighty metropolis that is Gloucester, but getting around Kampala is not fun. More striking is the proximity of dirty, impoverished slums with luxury hotels and large shopping malls. On a minor note, it’s also hotter and there are more mosquitoes (I’m starting to sound like a great British tourist). I learnt this first hand on Thursday night when I failed to tuck my net under my mattress. I woke to find four mosquitoes inside, all looking annoyingly like they were well fed (you should have seen their smug faces) which I promptly dispatched (that way, if malaria somehow overcomes the Larium I know that the agent of my sickness suffered a worse fate). However, when I looked in the mirror I realised an unfortunate thing had happened. I’d clearly spent most of the night sleeping with the right hand side of my face on the pillow which had led to the left hand side having about 11 bites on it, but none on the right… ideal.

This week is largely caught up in finishing off jobs that need the Dr as she goes for 6 weeks leave next Monday. Planning for next Tuesday’s enormous house party will also probably take up quite a lot of time. The Dr’s absence will lead to quite a few things looking different at work and at home so that will be interesting, but could be good in the appropriate places. Beyond that, I’m also starting work on a preach I’m doing in a village church on the 18^th which should be cool and am about to install new accounting software. Hold on to your hats, it could get pretty wild!

Back in the game!

I didn’t blog last week to give you guys a break from the sound of my typing and me a break from making up stories about Uganda… I mean recounting stories. Anyway, trying to work out what to write this week makes me realise it was a bad idea.

For help, I reread my journal entries from the past fortnight and was quickly aware of all the great times I’ve been having. Driving has been a recurrent feature of the past fortnight. I wrote on Facebook about an amazing drive I went on last Tuesday (14^th). I reckon it’ll stay among the highlights of the trip. The road was wonderfully interesting with outrageous incline, slippery shingle but most of all with panoramic views of the village area stretching out to the long plains. Chuck in some fun bumping around over potholes and squelching around in mud, it’s fair to say I had a great day. Initially, driving here was great for the experience and also because I knew I could deploy it at will as a story in the future when confronted with any pothole. Now that I’m getting more used to the motorbikes and taxi’s style of driving (dangerous is a fair and polite description) and am learning which potholes I can dodge, which I can overcome and which ones will be painful, it’s great times. Indeed, I’ve just gotten back from doing half of the driving to and fro Kampala to drop off Stella at university.

Life here has been changing quite a lot recently. Joanna and Nuulu, two girls on placement here from New Hope, Kasana, finished their placement a week and a bit ago; Stella just started a 16 week semester at university; and the Dr was away in Kampala for 3 days and leaves for the UK in two weeks so life has changed and will change quite a bit over the next little bit. However, I’ve also spent more time with some of the Jenga guys over the past few weeks, eating their wonderful Western cakes and telling bad English jokes (the great one about hating the darkness the other day). I say Jenga guys, this is misleading on two fronts. Firstly, Jenga is currently wholly deficient in male workers. Apparently, they’re sending out two lads for some good man time which will be cool. Secondly, not all of them work for Jenga. Most relevant for story-telling is that one works for Lulwanda Children’s Home (she’s Texan as are loads of muzungos who work out here). Last Thursday, they were taking the orphans swimming as it was their holidays. However, they only had one swimmer. Needless to say, I made the sacrifice and swapped a day in the office for one jumping into pools and teaching small children to swim. This story has a sad ending though: serious sunburn. After my previous crowing about not being sunburnt, I managed to brutalise my shoulders on Thursday (yes Mum, I did put on sun tan lotion. Yes Mum, I even re-applied! Yes Mum, it was factor 50!). The red has been splendid for several days and I’ve come close to some little blisters that would maximise sympathy but unfortunately they’ve faded away since.

The issue of doing work with the Children’s Home is the renewed pressure it puts on time and work things. Re-reading journal entries, I can definitely feel a shift toward settling in the current role and the decline in initial enthusiasm that comes with. I have made some stunning spreadsheets over the past fortnight (one for monitoring drugs stock and ordering new drugs and one for salaries and tax), but I’m having to re-examine my motivations as the work moves away from fire-fighting toward general running. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing though and it’s good to weigh up why and what I to do and be involved in. There’s [quick break to turn on the generator] definitely lots of things I can do toward my goal of being completely surplus to requirement by the end of May but I still don’t yet completely know what normal life will come to look like in Mbale.

That said, I realise I haven’t said much about what normal life currently looks like here. Work is 8-5 so I generally get up around 7 for my breakfast of two weetabix with milk from a pan with the cream floating on top. After my 7 minute walk to work and 5 minutes of opening padlocks, an array of jobs keeps my busy until on of us in the office picks up cups of tea for everyone around 11 (Ugandans also have ‘escort’ which can be bread or the like but those weetabix are still going by 11). Lunch is around 2-3 (scandal, I know) and it on a rotation. Wednesday is the only meal I’m not ken on. I growing to really enjoy the other Ugandan food, particularly when it’s accompanied by beef or chicken but I guess that’s cheating. I usually wander back a bit after 5 and evenings vary wildly from work to play and combinations of the two. Weekends also tend to vary, but I am increasingly opting for something relaxing on the Saturday. Last Saturday I went swimming and collected ingredients for baking; this Saturday I went to an introduction which is a traditional wedding which was long but very good. Saturday is egg and chips for lunch which is always delightful. On Sundays I either go the Deliverance Church or out to the villages with the Dr. Yesterday I went with the Dr and Rev on a wonderful visit down a classic non-road and visited this brilliant local church. It was brilliant to be back in touch with rural, charming Uganda now that town-Uganda has become familiar and has its moments of frustration.

I’m still very much enjoying updates from home, if slightly perturbed by the explosion of romance since I left. I mean, I know you guys are missing me, but there are surely other ways of taking solace!

One other thing I should mention: I’ve gotten myself a delightful Ugandan haircut whilst watching the Man U Arsenal game live. It’s just a shame that most of you will never see it...(unless some people come on an impromptu trip).

Progress

That's right, I've caved and gone for a title that has a subjective definition. Wait, no, I've changed my mind. It refers exclusively to progress through the reports and (as usual) to my time here. Better.

I'm afraid, you've caught me in a rather strange mood today. I began the day a little tired, but then expended lots of the remaining energy onto three excessively long bank queues as I strived to achieve a few modest goals. Worse, these queues led to lunch being delayed to 4:30 (it's usually about 2 here which I'm steadiy getting used to)... One saving grace (in addition to THE Saving Grace) was that I finally went to find out about these brownies which an American lady who works for a children's home sell via a local cafe. Needless to say, they were the bomb, especially after far too long without quality cake/baked things.

Some of my tiredness comes from very good things. The annual reports are now finished (basically)! We had the meeting where they were presented and people didn't seem to mind too much that I still haven't found 300,000 shillings. Finding the money went well. I had t fight the urge to avoid inputting data that made the gap bigger and was rewarded on Thursday afternoon when I found 6.5 million shillings! Hooray! I was loud and overly cheeful for the rest of Thursday and most of Friday as a result.
Saturday was packed, but good. I went to Sipi falls (see photos) which were stunning. A bit of rain made the paths slightly more eventful than they usually are but thankfully the only person to fall over was myself. As much of the mud is a bright red colour, I wore a beautifully conspicuous badge of honour on my rear for lots of the walk back. The drive there was pretty fun. I'm starting to get used to Ugandan driving so the experience is increasingly enjoyable, especially when the road is in such beautiful surrounds as it was on Saturday. [That said, I did have a slightly unfortunate moment when driving on Tuesday. I got a little impatient on the drive back as we'd left the village clinic later than usual and then I'd gotten stuck behind a medium speed vehicle half way back. When we joined the main road (which is dreadful), we got stuck behind two exceedingly slow lorries. When the two vehicles in front set off for an overtake, I followed and off we went over to the other side of the road. Unfortunately, the mud bit next to the road decided to then go down below the level of the road by several inches so I was stuck behind two other cars driving as much on the wrong side of the road as possible. The Dr wasn't totally entertained.] We raced back [and I got cahnged out of the wet and slightly dirty clothes] to be ready for the Medical Execuive Committee Meeting. This meeting was god in the sense that the outcomes we wanted came out, but bad in that it took FOUR AND A HALF HOURS. Wow. Once I'd eaten my samosa and banana, the time started to become a bit of an issue. Plus, some people disagreed with me... I couldn't understand what was going on! Anyway, that over, I went out to dinner. This was wonderful. Great food, great company and then I got home! Unfortunately, before I went to bed, I had to check the footie and cricket scores so it turned into quite a long day.

I won't treat you to a low-byblow update for the rest of the week, but it's been a good week with real progress (see what I'm doing here) on several fronts (exclusively those mentioned at the start). Still, there's plenty to do! I've come across a bit of a problem in that I'm already a little buiser than I think I'd like to be, but haven't yet fitted in all the things I'd like to be involved in...

In response to several questions: church things are decent. The church isn't overly charismatic, but I enjoy the praise and worship. Notices are like UK notices but more drawn out. Preaches vary. Other than church, I've got the Dr's library to raid and am digging my way through several commentaries and the like, as well as a little bit of fiction she's got Pride and Prejudice, but I haven't started on it yet...)
Jenga is not a person, it's another NGO that has range of community project ranging from female education and empowerment to food storage and water projects to prison ministry and kids work.

I'm gonna cut myself off there!
Have good weeks!