Or maybe not...

Tuesday after lunch, I left Sabina. It was really difficult to say goodbye to these amazing kids, knowing that I may never see most of them again. Daniel picked me up and we hit the road. We arrived at Emanuals house in Kampala where I would spend the night around 8. During our journey I once again had a great time with Daniel. We discussed the Bible and stories in it. He admitted to me that he can't believe all the food to feed every animal and Noah's family for 40 days could fit on that arc. This conversation came up when we were debating whether or not men are superior to women. Everyone here is religious so he brought up how it says in the Bible that Adam was lonely so God tore off one of Adam's limbs and created a women for him. Daniel won't believe that Jesus could walk on water, but he choses to accept that load of crap. Women created for men, yeah right! When Daniel and I have these conversations we're not fighting. Its mostly opinionated and half joking. While he was driving I got a video of him talking about his wife. He was telling me about how he was going to marry another women, but chose the one he is with instead. Now he regrets it because "she is stubborn" and "she visits her parents too often". He wishes he chose the other because she washes clothes and irons them better. HAHA! I have the video if anyone wants to see it.
As the journey came to an end we said our goodbyes. At 6 45 the next morning we were off to the airport. Only about 1/4 a mile from pulling into the airport, the traffic was HEAVY. Apperintly the president of Egypt is coming into Uganda and every single car passing by had to be checked, including the people inside and their belongings. An hour and a half later we had gotten threw the outside security. We were told the flight would be delayed do to the unexpected security so we weren't too scared. I run upstairs this tiny little airport just when the jack ass plane man told me check in ended 10 minutes ago. Usually all Ugandans are so nice, but this one wasn't. I begged him and begged him to let me pass, but he refused. They told me there are no more tickets available until the next monday. Half the plane wasn't onboard, the flight was delayed and still on the ground, and they wouldn't let us on! We tried everything, but failed.
Good news though, I got the second to last seat on a plane on Friday. They only take off every other day so that was pure luck. They were going to have us pay for a whole other ticket, but my mother talked to the people at the airport and told them about the Children Of Uganda thing and they pulled some strings to make it only $200.
I was brought to what used to be an orphanage about a half hour away from the airport. There I wouldn't have to pay for the next two nights. There is a nice little old lady that lives there named Maria. I am sharing a room with a 19 year old who is on her way to the University soon. There are a few other people who are soon off to college, but whenever I'm around them they either make jokes in Luganda or just don't socialize at all. Then there is a section of the place gated off with severly mentally and physically disabled people. Apperintly they have been there since they were orphaned children, but now they are a lot older. None of them can talk and there are two ladies that take care of them. So, its me and Auntie Maria. Auntie Maria grows all the food she eats in her garden. Pumpkin, passion fruit, Popo, Casava, carrots, sweet potatoes, spinich, and other things that I don't know of. There are also chickens that walk around everywhere, a cat, and two dogs. Maria gathers her own eggs, her own veggies and fruits, and rarely buys any food. We either walk around the village or play scrabble. She is a scrabble master. Its a bit dull here and I would much rather be home with all of you, but its still another experience.
Tomorrow I am leaving 4 hours before my flight! It is not going to happen again. I will be in on saturday, but Sunday I am off to camp. Whoever wants to come over can whenever they wish, but I will be packing.

Some culture of Uganda:
Jebale: This means well done and people here say it all the time to eachother even if they are only sitting around twiddling their thumbs.

Wanjee!!: When someone calls your name that is how you respond. Its so funny though they way that it is said. It is high pitch and the jee part is even higher. At Sabina around 5 in the morning I can hear threw my window "wanjee!!"

"You are smart!": If someone here thinks you look good or your clothes or hair looks good they tell you this.

It is inpolite to eat while standing, talking, or walking. Yet there is no problem with eating everything on your plate with your hands.

If you enter someones house you eat or drink something that is offored to you.

If someone offers you any food or drink, you at least take a little or the person will feel bad.

Every price is nagotiable. In shops they tell you a much higher price then it really is because they expect to bargain. There is a price they give you to start at, and try to keep it as close as possible. Then there is their final price which they don't let you know of, but if you don't at least go up as far as the final price there is no deal.

AIDS. In all the schools I've been to there are signs that say things like "say no to sex" "stay a virgin" "AIDS kills". "Be clean". I find this a little on the rough side because each school has at least a few kids that are HIV infected. The staff claims they have been sensitized to these signs and are not teased, but walking by a sign telling you what will be your death every day must be difficult.

Travel: If you take a small bus that should seat about 12, they pack in around 22. If you take a small car, there are at least 10 people in there before the car starts moving. There are many motorcycles that drive people around which are called bodah bodahs. These can seat up to 4. All of this tight fitting travel is because of gas. They are pour here, and gas is sooo expensive.

Thats it for now, but there will be more to come when I get home. Amanda you have to come to my house RIGHT after work on saturday and Sara, I will see you at breakfast bright and early.

LOVE YOU ALL!