So I was trying to go to sleep last night and I couldn't help noticing the little pitter-patter of feet... or possibly claws... in the ceiling right above my bed. Not sure what that's about but I'm thinking if I just ignore it it's bound to go away, right? So anyway I just kind of put the sound of the mystery animal's steps to a beat and hummed myself to sleep. It was totally soothing. Which is good because I had 15 oreos for dinner and was on a totally miserable yet somehow amazing sugar high.
Today I had a lot of time to sit and brainstorm future health outreach projects. Obviously, malaria is a huge issue in every African country and should be addressed, but I can't help but feel like a hypocrite because my house is a serious mosquito breeding ground. First of all, it's surrounded by tall grass where mosquitoes love to hide and relax and make little mosquito babies, and then there's the little issue of pooling water in my bathing area. But I'm a bit lonely here so I consider them to be tiny winged friends. Almost fairy-like when you think about it. Except that fairies don't carry a killer virus.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Today I met the Archbishop and he named me Kamimurdja. Or something like that.
SO I never planned to create a blog but today I made a pact with a returned Peace Corps volunteer who's been talking about buying a scanner ever since I met her two years ago. So here you go Sarah! I hear HP makes a nice one. Maybe they'll sponsor my blog now that I've mentioned them? Ooh or donate to my hospital so that I'll have money for my health outreach projects. Probably not.
I feel like I've been in Uganda FOREVER but it's really been just 11 weeks. Crazy. A lot has changed since I moved here. For example, my host mom told me I've " finally gotten fat," I've learned how to bathe from a bucket (although not very well to be perfectly honest), I can tell you what I like to eat or say "Don't poop in the house!" in a useful language called Runyankore, and I now know what it feels like to be charged by a cow with horns the size of... me...before I got fat that is. And I have to say, it's a lot scarier than you'd think.
I swore in as an official volunteer Oct 15th and moved to my permanent site just outside a large town called Mbarara in Southwest Uganda. I love it here! It's really a beautiful region of the country. Last weekend my counterpart took me to Lake Mburu National Park and it was amazing. Although at the moment I have no clue how to post the pictures. But seriously. I saw real monkeys and zebras and hippos and what I thought were antelope but who knows.
My house is really nice... small but nicer than I expected. I actually have a shower so I am thrilled. It's freezing water but I figure it's a major upgrade from my trusty bucket!
I feel like I've been in Uganda FOREVER but it's really been just 11 weeks. Crazy. A lot has changed since I moved here. For example, my host mom told me I've " finally gotten fat," I've learned how to bathe from a bucket (although not very well to be perfectly honest), I can tell you what I like to eat or say "Don't poop in the house!" in a useful language called Runyankore, and I now know what it feels like to be charged by a cow with horns the size of... me...before I got fat that is. And I have to say, it's a lot scarier than you'd think.
I swore in as an official volunteer Oct 15th and moved to my permanent site just outside a large town called Mbarara in Southwest Uganda. I love it here! It's really a beautiful region of the country. Last weekend my counterpart took me to Lake Mburu National Park and it was amazing. Although at the moment I have no clue how to post the pictures. But seriously. I saw real monkeys and zebras and hippos and what I thought were antelope but who knows.
My house is really nice... small but nicer than I expected. I actually have a shower so I am thrilled. It's freezing water but I figure it's a major upgrade from my trusty bucket!
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