Sadly (and somehow thankfully) I still haven't seen any of the snakes around our house. Just last week, our house worker was pulling water out of the cistern on our veranda and when she poured the water out of the jerrican, a black mamba decided to grace her with its presence. Now every time I get water from the cistern, I do a thorough look-in to make sure I'm not pulling out any snakes or creatures of that sort.
Last week in Kampala, riots were developing, due to a taxi strike, which left many, many people without a ride back to their homes. The latest news that I have heard it that the strike is over and everything is cleared up, but as I am going to Kampala tomorrow, please keep me in your prayers for safe travel.
As I have gotten to know the people better, I have been able to place people's accents with what part of the country they are from. It is kind of similar to being able to distinguish whether an American is from the South versus being from North Dakota (I guess I talk like a Canadian, that's what I have been told)
Since my safari adventure, it has been pretty laid back around here, so I don't have anymore exciting stories to share. Maybe I'll actually see one of these "so-called snakes" and then I'll have a real story...
1 comment:
I've always thought you had a Canadian accent.....
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