On Tuesday 5/28 Wendy, Sebi, and I hired a driver and van to go to Uganda. The van had lots of room for us and had air conditioning. We left early on Tuesday, traveled about 12 hours, and stayed at a nice, clean hotel. We ended up just south of Lake Victoria. There was not much hot water but it was good enough. On the way I noticed that everything was so green. Sebi, a professor, explained that they had gotten more rain than usual during the rainy season.
The next day, we got to see Lake Victoria quite a few times on our travel north.
We had breakfast at a little place just off the road. We got friendly with the waitress and joked with her. I taught her a new word – SUPA! On the way out, she told us to please stop on the way back. We continued our travel to the school where Sebi’s wife is a nurse. The school sits on a hill with a very nice view. About 500 students attend the school from age 12 through 16/17. The little that we saw of it was quite nice. We had planned to stop and spend the night on the way back.
Our next stop was the Equator. We stayed there a little while and took some pictures. We continued our travel in Uganda. We stopped and saw St. Paul’s Cathedral located in Kampala. That night, we traveled to Namugongo, the site of the Martyrs Museum in the far end of Kampala. We got a good night’s sleep and went straight to the museum the next day. While waiting, we saw people having their hands sprayed and temperatures check. We figured this was happening because there was a break out of Ebola in Congo, a country boarding Uganda. I was quite pleased to see Uganda being proactive in an effort to keep people from catching the deadly disease.
Inside St. Paul’s cathedral
At the museum, we had our own private tour guide who is also a seminarian student. He was very knowledgeable about the martyrs and was easy to understand. The Martyrs were a group of 45 Christians that we brutally killed between 1886 and 1897 because the chief did not like the Christians thinking they were coming to take their land. Inside the museum, no pictures are permitted. People would walk hundreds of miles from Kenya, Tanzania, Congo and other countries to pay homage to these people. The figures were so lifelike and made of clay and cement. This event is not commercialized so there were no pamphlets or books sold on the grounds about the Martyrs. This was a very moving depiction of true Christians dying for what they believed in. Nearby, people waited in long lines to get water from the stream, where the tribesmen washed up and cleaned their weapons after the killings. We were there two days before the actual event took place and it was filling up fast.
Fenced area where tribesmen clean their weapons.
People in line to get their water from the stream.
We then started our return trip to Kongwa and had to go through Kampala again. I was fascinated by all the motorcycle taxis called Bodaboda. There are no lanes on the road, no traffic police, and no traffic lights. The joke is, there are stop signs but they are not obeyed. So it is simply every vehicle for its self. You can not be timid and get through this city. It is not for the fainthearted.
Continuing on, we stopped at Sebi’s wife’s school for tea. We were going to stay overnight, but that would have meant our driver would have to drive over twenty (20) hours on Sunday. After a shortened visit, we went back on the road. Again, everything was so green, it was really beautiful. We spent the night at the same hotel as we did on the first night of our trip. We stopped a few times. We bought fruit to take back to St. Philips.
On another stop, we saw how they dried rice in the sun, before taking it to the mill. They had traps spread out on the ground, I would estimate over an acre of space was covered. They would spread the rice out and after it dried they would bag it and take it to the mill to have the shells removed. Believe me there was a lot of work here.
Rice is dried in the sun and then bagged in 200-lb lots.
Our next stop, we visited with some long-horned cows. Of course, I wanted touch their horns and I was able to!
Herd of longhorns
We got back to St. Philips at about 8pm, and Hawa had a nice dinner ready for us. We said a prayer thanking the Lord for a safe journey.
It is now Sunday afternoon, and I am going outside with a dozen tennis balls and jump ropes to watch the children play. On Monday, my last day of work, I will have someone to interpret a final good bye to Amos and Goodluck, the two men I’ve been working with. On Tuesday morning, I will start my 34 hour journey home.
Thank you for following me and my adventure. See you all soon.