So yeah, we're in Uganda now.
Our first little stint was training, which was at a site about 45 minutes outside of Kampala. The family that we stayed with was great, but I think I struggled with it a lot more than Caleb did. Its hard for me to live in someone elses house, and not have much of a say in what I do everyday, and when I do it. I did have a good time getting to know some awesome people in my training class, and enjoying the initial excitement of living in Africa.
Long story short, Im freakin glad its over.
On to site.
Caleb mentioned a bit about our housing issues, but he left out the best part. Wait, let me back up. the first place we lived in wasnt finished, and was the Mecca for lizards. Not the cute little geckos that eat bugs, these were the ones as long as my arm that excrete waste the size of my little finger. They were all over the house. At any given time of day I could stand in the middle of the house and look up (no ceilings) and see somewhere in the ballpark of 10 lizards just chillin on the walls. Aside from the large amounts of crap that we had to sweep on on a bidaily basis, the lizards would run along the rafters and the tin roof and make a horrible scratching noise. Oh, and they seemed to really enjoy divebombing off the roof into the house. I'd be sitting in the living room reading, only to be scared out of my panties by a stupid-ass lizard flying at my feet.
So back to the best part. Im in the kitchen one night makin some food when I hear Caleb call from the hallway, "Cassandra stay in the kitchen". I instantly know this is bad. I climbed up onto one of our plastic chairs, only to see in my periphery Caleb dragging something out the back door. I knew what it was. The only thing he would tell me to stay in the kitchen for. A damn snake! I hate snakes!! Caleb had grabbed the live thing by the tail, drug it out back, and whacked it over the head to kill it. Well, we found out the next day when Caleb's supervisor over to check it out that the snake was actually poisonous, and apparently if Caleb had been bitten he would have needed medical attention swiftly to stay alive.
I called Peace Corps the next day. It wasnt just the snake or the snake food (lizards) that was the problem. The house wasnt finished, and there were security concerns. So we moved, and are loving our new place. Except the goats making weirdly humanish moans outside our window all night. We think its because the goats are in heat, so hopefully they'll stop soon.
Christmas is in less than a week, and I've been making Caleb listen to the same 18 Christmas songs every day, at least once a day for the entire month. He likes to tell me what he finds most annoying about each song. Mariah Carey and Celine Dion ruin the songs by diva-ing them up too much, Jewel is too nasaly, the Frank Sinatra songs have the overzelous horns, the classical version of God Rest ye Merry Gentlemen is too choppy, and dont get him started on the song with the lyrics about being a gentleman's lady (we think the song is about prostitution). The music is really all I have to remind me that Christmas is soon. There's no snow, no decorations, no family hanging out, and I sweat my ass off daily. We were in Kampala a week or 2 ago, and i was so excited when we went into a big store that had decorations and Christmas music playing. I turned to Caleb and said " I feel like we're at Walmart during Christmas" and I was so happy. Then I realized just how white trash and sad that sounded, but I didnt care. I basked in the whitetrashness of it all.
So I think the big thing thats happened lately, was the Piki incident. A couple of evenings ago I really wanted to get out of the house, so we decided to go for a walk to enjoy the sun setting. Our area is really pretty. We dont have to green rolling hills like in the central or western parts of the country, but the flatter land really opens up the sky, making it seem huge, so the sunsets are amazing. We were walking a little ways from our house when we heard a motorbike coming up behind us. Not too uncommon. We started stepping off the road to let it pass when I found myself on my ass in the mud with a ton of pain in my right calf. I turned to look at the man expecting him to stop, he turned to look at me, then he turned back to face forward so he could drive off effectively.
My leg hurt like hell! I was pissed that the man looked at me and drove off. What did he think, he was going to hit the only white woman for miles and no one would notice? While I was crying loudly on the ground, Caleb called his supervisor to come take us to the hospital. The hospital was pointless, they cleaned my cuts and poked the bruised muscle and sent us on our way. Well they wanted to give me a tetanus shot, but Ive had one very recently, and they wanted to give me a shot in the ass for the pain, but Peace Corps advises against intramuscular shots, so I didnt get it. The doctor who saw me didnt bother to ask about my allergies, so he prescribed an antibiotic that Im allergic to, and they were out of the kind that I requested in its place, so really it was pointless to go to the hospital.
So I've been limping around the house for the past 3 days feeling lazy and useless as all get out. Today I actually left the house to watch a football game. My stupid leg ruined our plans to go to Sipi Falls this week, we we're planning on chillin in the village for Christmas anyways, but my leg better be ready to party it up in Kampala for New Years. I'm trying not to be bitter. I do have a kankle which makes keeping my bitterness at bay difficult.
Caleb is giving me crap about writting "The Great American Novel" so I guess I'm done.
Hi family and friends, I love you and miss you! Have a good Christmas!