I made it back safe and sound from Jinja Monday evening. It was a very relaxing weekend, but I really don't like the feeling of needing a vacation to recover from the vacation.
We arrived in Jinja Friday afternoon after taking public transportation from Kampala. The hour and a half ride to Jinja from Kampala was filled with seeing many new sights, smelling new smells, and having a new head on my shoulder. The kid I was sitting next to kept falling asleep on me, and then abruptly waking himself up, partially due to the many bumps we encountered.
Saturday morning, we jumped aboard bodas and made the 9 km trip into Jinja town. I am getting quite acquainted to riding sidesaddle, even though I thought it wasn't possible. While in Jinja, we stopped at a market to do some fun shopping. I found a pair of sandals that I really liked, but evidently, they didn't have my size. The lady at that shoe stand really wanted me to buy them, even though they clearly were too small. If my foot is hanging out the back of the sandal, I don't think the sandals will "adjust themselves" to accommodate the inch that the sandal was lacking.
By the end of our time at the market, nearly every shoe dealer knew what size my feet are and sadly I walked out of there empty handed (or you could say footed).
It rained all day Sunday, which was a little disappointing in the fact that I was anticipating swimming that day, but alas. I had a very restful Sunday because of it.
I got back from Jinja on Monday evening and Tuesday morning I was off again to Kampala to do foreign staff shopping. So by the time Wednesday rolled around, I was ready for another weekend.
Wednesday night, I was invited to a birthday party for friend who works at the guesthouse in Kasana. I really felt the need to get to bed early, but wanted to drop off a card for her before heading home for the evening. An hour and a half later, I went home feeling so happy that I stayed longer than I expected. She looked as if she was going to cry when I informed her of my early exit from the party, so I stayed to witness her first birthday party ever. At the age of 28, she blew out birthday candles for the first time; her face glowing with sheer happiness.
1 comment:
I admire your flexibility and endurance. Also, you must have a good back. Don't worry about the shoes. There will be plenty of them waiting for you in West Acres.
Pastor Bob
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