Finally here!

So, after a frustrating (to say the least) 24 hour plane ride with way too much to carry and two small crying children, we have arrived safe and sound in the beautiful country of Uganda. Matt picked us up from the airport and we all rode in a big van back to our new home, equipped with barbed wire fence/walls to keep out all kinds of things that roam at night. The first day we mostly slept. We were EXHAUSTED, but once we woke up we walked down to the local supermarket and had dinner at a little cafe where I tried fried nile perch - which couldve passed as catfish in my book. Our sleeping patterns are all thrown off, so all of us have been waking up in the middle of the night, either to comfort crying children or just because our bodies are telling us it's daytime and we should be out and about. I'm ready to shake the jet lag for sure. The second day we got a driver to take us into town. Traffic is incredibly exciting in my warped opinion. Boda bodas (motorcycle versions of taxis) weave in and out of vans and land cruisers, horns are constantly blasting, and you're always JUST avoiding a crash. That's high quality entertainment in my book. After picking up some supplies and eating lunch at a mall called City Garden, we got to head into the Old Kampala Slums. This was by far, my favorite part of the trip as of yet. Before we could even get out of the car kids were running next to the windows, peering in, or they were climbing on the back of the van yelling in Lugandan. Once we got out they were pulling us this way and that, climbing on our backs, shaking our hands, pounding our fists, throwing up high fives, or just hugging us. They were so energetic and SO HAPPY. James brought a soccer ball which was a really good idea. These kids were ALL about some soccer. One kid tried (and failed) to teach me some simple phrases in Lugandan. A lot of the time it's hard to tell whether the kids are speaking English or Lugandan because their accents are so heavy, so when they're switching back and forth it becomes pretty fuzzy as to what they're saying and in what language. Regardless, it was fun to hear them say a phrase, me repeat it, and them laugh at all the mistakes I was making. After we stood around meeting/talking/playing with the kids for a little bit, they took us down a little alley of homes made of scrap materials. We were shown a small room where they made wooden crafts to make their living. We were told that fifteen boys would sleep in this tiny room everynight. I didnt think fifteen people could stand in the room, in fact four of us were standing in it and it was crowded. I couldnt imagine having to sleep with fourteen other kids in there. I might not have to imagine for too much longer though! Jamie told me and James that we could come stay a night with the boys sometime if we wanted to, we opted to stay a week instead. This means we would bring only water and fend for food just like they do everyday. I can't express how excited I am for this opportunity. It will be the ultimate walk in someone elses torn ragged shoes. After hanging around, playing soccer, laughing, and taking countless pictures of the kids so that they could see themselves on the screen, we left the slums and drove back to our house. That night we were all up at some point between 12-6am, so we slept in again. When we woke up we went and found the church that we will be attending on Sundays, it's in walking distance, which is nice. Later on me and James decided to go out and explore a little bit. We walked a few miles down the road, stopping in little makeshift shops and talking (as best as we could) to people. Walking down the road, everyone is staring. They don't see many white people. It was incredible to me how these people would be staring with these serious, hardened expressions, and then I would smile and nod at them and all of a sudden their faces would just brighten up and they were grinning and waving. Some are friendlier than others of course. We spotted a soccer game in a makeshift field and decided to check it out. As we walked up into the crowd of onlookers we got a lot of funny looks. They were all pointing at us saying "Mazunga!" (Lugandan for white person) and then muttering to their friends and laughing. It wasn't hostile necessarily, but it wasn't quite friendly either. We watched for a little while and then headed back down the street. When we got back to the house the power was off again. Not a surprise. We're getting used to it though. Harry Potter Uno helps pass the time. Thats all for now! I will blog again soon!