Like I’ve said, our team is a revolving door. People are always coming in and going out, and this particular weekend in early April, Davy Desmond from TX, Portland, and Seattle was arriving in Kampala. Stephen and I headed up to Kampala by bus to pick her up. All of the things people shove in the windows for you to buy are hilarious: beef on a stick, crappy sports drinks, watches and jewelry, crickets, bananas. I usually buy them.
Day one of Davy’s arrival, we kicked around Kampala. It was the first time in 2 months that I had seen anything modern. They have developed malls and department stores with quality items – even clean floors. I was besides myself. We went to the theater to watch a movie. It was actually good quality picture. We went to the market. Bought grasshoppers and ate them, also played drums these women were despereately trying to sell us. We just played them loud, though, then handed them back. Went bowling later that night with the rest of the AIM short termers after some curry.
The next day we rafted the Nile. It was some seriously big rapids, bigger in many respects than the grand canyon, but not as difficult to navigate. They made us take our boats out for “the bad place” though. If you youtube “the bad place,” you’ll see why. We flipped all day, got majorly sunburned, swam rapids, rode the boat upside down, went over small waterfalls, ate pineapple in the flats, and had a nice BBQ at the end.
We met a christian australian couple on their honeymoon at the rafting campsite that night who we’ve run into two times since, both 100% unplanned. Once at a restraunt in Mbarara when they were passing through and randomly stopped for some lunch. The second was in Kigali Rwanda at the genocide museum. So random, but it’s a god-incident. They were doing an African honeymoon, but were also taking weeks after the vaca to serve in ministry in Rwanda. To me, that was inspiring.
Also – God is so good. Listen to this. I can’t believe that I left my laptop (in it’s case) by my feet in the taxi in jinja on our way back home. I was repacking my bag or something, to be organized the way I like, and left it by my feet. Got out, went to the atm, said goodbyes to everyone and then — $#!% — where is my laptop. We called the campsite: who was our taxi company? Is there a number? We got them to text it to us. Then we’d have to call that company, ask for the driver, ask for his number, ask for the second taxi’s number since the first one’s car broke down — sigh — it didn’t look good. And then before we could even do any of that, the taxi pulled back down the street, rolled down the window and the guy said “you left this.” I gave him a big old tip and wanted to kiss him. You better believe that would have never happened in NYC or the middle east or nearly anywhere else, except maybe virginia. Praise God for that man’s integrity – he did get a reward out of it at least.