JINJA!!

We took a two-hour bus ride to the nearest city, Jinja. It’s known for its crafts and for being at the source of the Nile. The conductor on the bus was extremely nice to us. He told us when we had reached our stop and found us motorcycles or pikis to drop us on the market street. We enjoyed a day full of American food (including chocolate milkshakes) and art.

Pikis were our mode of transportation out to the resort we were told to stay the night in. My piki always seemed to make its way to the front of the group whether I knew where we were going or not, but we always reached our destination safe and sound. I quite enjoyed the open air hitting my face, but I think I may have been the only one since we used a car to make it back into town the next day. (That was Laquita talking because my nurse mother would NEVER approve of me riding on the back of a motorcycle in ANY country. Thus her constant voice in my head and visions of mangled bodies during the whole ride lead me to book the car for getting back into town.)

The resort was extremely peaceful and relaxing. Located on the Nile, it’s used by missionaries from across the world.

We swang in hammocks and listened to the rushing water in the distance.

Fiona spent most of the time reading Pride and Prejudice to me from the Kindle- eventhough it will read outloud we I still prefer her nice British accent that she’s been perfecting over the past few days.
Now all three of us can say that we have touched the Nile! We only dipped our feet in though due to numerous stories of the Bilharzia worms that make their home in the Nile. They apparently make their way into your body via toenails and private areas, living and growing in your body until discovered. Eww.

Lulwanda Children’s Home

These past two days we’ve gone to work with Natalie at the Children’s home. Yesterday was a 6 year anniversary celebration and we had a big feast and the children performed a song and dance. Today we just helped the kids write sponsor letters and played with them as they are done with all their final exams.


The girls love to show us their beds and how they each have different ways of making them or decorating them with pillows and dolls.
Here’s laundry drying in the sun. I love all the pink sheets.

By the last day I was a little tired so I may have fallen asleep and then awoke to the kids taking pictures of all of us with my camera.


Also the gate outside Natalie’s house was painted by a Ugandan via direct translation. It is a warning to stay out, and it reads, “Beware of hot dogs!” :-)


For the most part, the way home was rather bumpy and uneventful. We sat behind two Canadians who were assumed to be our parents. At the border, we searched for a bathroom, but all three of us decided we’d rather pee our pants than enter such a stall. Yes, we are in a third world country, but I have never laid my eyes, or my nose for that matter, on such a toilet. Thus, we returned to our seats to wait for the rest of our fellow passengers.
After arriving in Nairobi at 6AM we eventually made our way back to Kamulu from Eastleigh via our favorite designated driver- Ken.
On the way home, we passed a huge gathering of people with lots of police present. As our curiosity arouse, the radio announced that a police officer had been killed by a grenade at that location. Later Larry told us how it was three police men killed and there’s been no reason given for the attack yet. After this announcement another came on the radio of a man who had just married his 100th wife. ONE HUNDREDTH!