Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Market Day in Masaka
May 8, 2009
Market Day in Masaka
It Friday and it is market day in Masaka! Robyn and I are taking the younger boys, Moses, Little John and Rob to the market to get some t-shirts and shorts. We’ve just turned the corner onto the main street and the crowds appear before us. There are vendors on the median, and the sides of the road. Their tarps spread out before us with every kind of cheap Chinese ware you can imagine on them for sale. When we walk by into the main market place I hear the calls of mazungo, mazungo what are you buying from me. As we enter the market to head to the second hand cloths stalls all you can see are people, colors, sounds of chickens, and the barkers shouting their deals for the day. It is controlled chaos at its best!
We reach the first stall and Robyn and I start picking out shirts. Do you like this one?, we ask. No, no, no are the boys responses. They start sorting through the piles and don’t find anything either so we are all off to the next stall. John and I start weeding through the piles of shirts and ahh we’ve found a match, and another. I find out John likes strips on his shirts! We bargain with the lady and get the 3 shirts down to 2,500 shillings a piece. But Moses and Rob are another story; we can’t seem to find anything they like yet, so we are off. We push our way through the crowds down the slope to another stall. This lady we’ve bought from before and know she has good clothes. The boys take over the small wooden stall and start picking up shirts left and right, Auntie do you like this one or this one? Moses finally comes to me with 2 shirts, which are both great! He has such different taste then John in clothes, football jerseys and shirts with pictures on them. So off we go with a Sea World t-shirt and a Manchester United goalie jersey!
Market day doesn’t end there; we still need to get our fruits and veggies. We all head over to our usually veggie stand and buy 8 onions, 2 green peppers, 8 tomatoes, all for about 1,000 shillings a piece. The guy we buy from is great; he and his son run the stand and always greet us with a smile! Then it is over to the fruit lady to buy bananas, a big bunch for 1,500 or 2,000 shillings depending on the ladies mood.
We pick up a few more things for the boys, a belt for John and school socks for Moses and then we are headed back to the house. What a day at the Friday Market!! :)
Market Day in Masaka
It Friday and it is market day in Masaka! Robyn and I are taking the younger boys, Moses, Little John and Rob to the market to get some t-shirts and shorts. We’ve just turned the corner onto the main street and the crowds appear before us. There are vendors on the median, and the sides of the road. Their tarps spread out before us with every kind of cheap Chinese ware you can imagine on them for sale. When we walk by into the main market place I hear the calls of mazungo, mazungo what are you buying from me. As we enter the market to head to the second hand cloths stalls all you can see are people, colors, sounds of chickens, and the barkers shouting their deals for the day. It is controlled chaos at its best!
We reach the first stall and Robyn and I start picking out shirts. Do you like this one?, we ask. No, no, no are the boys responses. They start sorting through the piles and don’t find anything either so we are all off to the next stall. John and I start weeding through the piles of shirts and ahh we’ve found a match, and another. I find out John likes strips on his shirts! We bargain with the lady and get the 3 shirts down to 2,500 shillings a piece. But Moses and Rob are another story; we can’t seem to find anything they like yet, so we are off. We push our way through the crowds down the slope to another stall. This lady we’ve bought from before and know she has good clothes. The boys take over the small wooden stall and start picking up shirts left and right, Auntie do you like this one or this one? Moses finally comes to me with 2 shirts, which are both great! He has such different taste then John in clothes, football jerseys and shirts with pictures on them. So off we go with a Sea World t-shirt and a Manchester United goalie jersey!
Market day doesn’t end there; we still need to get our fruits and veggies. We all head over to our usually veggie stand and buy 8 onions, 2 green peppers, 8 tomatoes, all for about 1,000 shillings a piece. The guy we buy from is great; he and his son run the stand and always greet us with a smile! Then it is over to the fruit lady to buy bananas, a big bunch for 1,500 or 2,000 shillings depending on the ladies mood.
We pick up a few more things for the boys, a belt for John and school socks for Moses and then we are headed back to the house. What a day at the Friday Market!! :)
Friday, May 8, 2009
Door of Hope Hospital Outreach
April 30, 2009
Door of Hope Hospital Outreach
We all had the pleasure of going to Masaka Regional Referral Hospital (Mulago) for an outreach last Thursday afternoon. It was the first experience for all but 4 of the 15 children. Fifteen of the children, Robyn, Uncle Sam and I all took the 45 minute walk over to the hospital. It was a fun walk, as the children talked about the things they expected to see. When we reached the hospital front gate we were all meet by our friend, Dr. Sam. He briefed the children on how to act in the hospital, what they may see and what wards we were going to go to. We broke up the group into smaller groups, two to three children with each of the four adults.
I headed to the children’s ward with Maddy, Barbra, and Shadia. It was my sixth time to the children’s ward, but as many times as I’ve been, I never completely get used to the over flow of the children lying on mattresses outside the ward sections or the smell of the ward. It is hard, but I know God is stretching me when I go and this time I had to be a strong leader for our children.
We headed in and went to the far end of the ward to pray for the babies and children. When we walked in our children, Maddy and Shadia, weren’t hesitant at all to start praying for the babies and children. We went to the first crib and asked the Mother if we could pray for her child. Shadia interrupted for me as I talked to the mother. We found out that she was from a village surrounding Masaka and that she had been at the hospital for 5 days because her daughter, Margaret, had malaria. The daughter was much better after her stay and they were getting ready to go back to their village. We continued through the ward we able to talk to, share stuffed animals & sweeties with and read stories too many mothers and their babies. Most of the babies we prayed for had malaria with complications, like pneumonia, sever diarrhea or meningitis. We had finished showing love and praying in two of the sections and it was time for the group to move onto another ward. As we passed through the corridor congested with babies and parents I saw a tiny little baby on a mattress on the floor. It caught Shadia’s eye too and we all decided to pray for the baby. As we all knelt down we could hear the baby coughing and gasping for air. I could tell it was very, very sick!! We all started praying fervently asking for healing and then the Holy Spirit took over—I began to pray harder and cry. I could hear Shadia crying through her prayer too. It was very moving and amazing moment for all of us!
After praying we meet up with the other groups and we all headed to the women’s ward. Dr. Sam said that many of the ladies in the ward were suffering from complications from HIV and most were in stage 3 or 4 of the disease. Most of the women had pneumonia, herpes, cancer, TB (in another ward), and many gastrointestinal diseases. It was sad to see but praying for them, talking to them and showing them the love of God helps them through their rough life.
Next we were on to the men’s surgical ward. Some of the children didn’t want to go into this ward because of the suffering that they see on the persons faces after surgery. As soon as we entered we saw a man and child from our church. The boy has had several surgeries to repair a problem caused by a malaria IV. I’m not exactly sure what was wrong but we prayed for heal for the boy and for the Lord to provide for all of the financial needs for the medicine and surgeries. As we went through the ward we saw men that were recovering from accidents, panga (machete) injuries, heart and intestinal surgeries. We prayed for many of them and they were very glad to know that people were caring about them.
The last ward we visited was the psychiatric ward or the “mad ward” as the children call it. At first many of the children were very hesitant to even walk down the hill to go on to the grounds of the ward as they could see many of the patients outside walking around, and one boy lying on the ground. As soon some of the adults walked down to the grounds and started talking to the patients, more of the children felt comfortable enough to come down and even walk into the ward. Robert, one of our elder boys, knelt down to the boy on the ground and started praying for him. Others joined in and soon you could hear singing from within the ward. It was our children praising the Lord and praying with the patients inside. It was such an awesome, proud feeling for me! The Lord definitely gave them the strength to move forward in boldness!
After about an hour we all headed out of the hospital. The children were all chatting about their experiences that they had received that day and were asking me if we were all coming back next week! What an awesome day for the Lord and for the children at Door of Hope!!
Door of Hope Hospital Outreach
We all had the pleasure of going to Masaka Regional Referral Hospital (Mulago) for an outreach last Thursday afternoon. It was the first experience for all but 4 of the 15 children. Fifteen of the children, Robyn, Uncle Sam and I all took the 45 minute walk over to the hospital. It was a fun walk, as the children talked about the things they expected to see. When we reached the hospital front gate we were all meet by our friend, Dr. Sam. He briefed the children on how to act in the hospital, what they may see and what wards we were going to go to. We broke up the group into smaller groups, two to three children with each of the four adults.
I headed to the children’s ward with Maddy, Barbra, and Shadia. It was my sixth time to the children’s ward, but as many times as I’ve been, I never completely get used to the over flow of the children lying on mattresses outside the ward sections or the smell of the ward. It is hard, but I know God is stretching me when I go and this time I had to be a strong leader for our children.
We headed in and went to the far end of the ward to pray for the babies and children. When we walked in our children, Maddy and Shadia, weren’t hesitant at all to start praying for the babies and children. We went to the first crib and asked the Mother if we could pray for her child. Shadia interrupted for me as I talked to the mother. We found out that she was from a village surrounding Masaka and that she had been at the hospital for 5 days because her daughter, Margaret, had malaria. The daughter was much better after her stay and they were getting ready to go back to their village. We continued through the ward we able to talk to, share stuffed animals & sweeties with and read stories too many mothers and their babies. Most of the babies we prayed for had malaria with complications, like pneumonia, sever diarrhea or meningitis. We had finished showing love and praying in two of the sections and it was time for the group to move onto another ward. As we passed through the corridor congested with babies and parents I saw a tiny little baby on a mattress on the floor. It caught Shadia’s eye too and we all decided to pray for the baby. As we all knelt down we could hear the baby coughing and gasping for air. I could tell it was very, very sick!! We all started praying fervently asking for healing and then the Holy Spirit took over—I began to pray harder and cry. I could hear Shadia crying through her prayer too. It was very moving and amazing moment for all of us!
After praying we meet up with the other groups and we all headed to the women’s ward. Dr. Sam said that many of the ladies in the ward were suffering from complications from HIV and most were in stage 3 or 4 of the disease. Most of the women had pneumonia, herpes, cancer, TB (in another ward), and many gastrointestinal diseases. It was sad to see but praying for them, talking to them and showing them the love of God helps them through their rough life.
Next we were on to the men’s surgical ward. Some of the children didn’t want to go into this ward because of the suffering that they see on the persons faces after surgery. As soon as we entered we saw a man and child from our church. The boy has had several surgeries to repair a problem caused by a malaria IV. I’m not exactly sure what was wrong but we prayed for heal for the boy and for the Lord to provide for all of the financial needs for the medicine and surgeries. As we went through the ward we saw men that were recovering from accidents, panga (machete) injuries, heart and intestinal surgeries. We prayed for many of them and they were very glad to know that people were caring about them.
The last ward we visited was the psychiatric ward or the “mad ward” as the children call it. At first many of the children were very hesitant to even walk down the hill to go on to the grounds of the ward as they could see many of the patients outside walking around, and one boy lying on the ground. As soon some of the adults walked down to the grounds and started talking to the patients, more of the children felt comfortable enough to come down and even walk into the ward. Robert, one of our elder boys, knelt down to the boy on the ground and started praying for him. Others joined in and soon you could hear singing from within the ward. It was our children praising the Lord and praying with the patients inside. It was such an awesome, proud feeling for me! The Lord definitely gave them the strength to move forward in boldness!
After about an hour we all headed out of the hospital. The children were all chatting about their experiences that they had received that day and were asking me if we were all coming back next week! What an awesome day for the Lord and for the children at Door of Hope!!
Robert's Trip to Masaka Regional Refferal Hospital (Mulago)
HE WILL PROVIDE MINISTRIES
On 25th,April,2009
DOOR OF HOPE FAMILY.
TRIP TO MULAGO HOSPITAL, MASAKA DISTRICT,with
Jajja Robin
Doctor Samuel
Robert Twinomujuni
David Mukisa
Joseph
Phillip
The trip was as follow after reaching at the hospital;
We visited ward for those who have been operated after giving Birth [It was the second stage after they have been operated on]
Again we visited the first female surgical ward for those who have just give Birth, those who are still in bad condition and those who have been just operated on.
We by-passed at the X-ray/scan, where they take picture of those who have got accident and
those who have problem inside their parts of bodies like Lungs, Livers and many others.
We continued, we even passed at the ward of those who are suffering from T.B
we did not enter the ward, because Doctor Samuel told us that it could be very dangerous to our lives
[It is spread easier from one person to another and we were surprised of the building that it was constructed in the year of 1927]
We also visited the surgical ward for male people, the number of people was big especially those who are having the problem inside parts Body, like Lungs, Livers ,cancer and many others including accident.
We again visited the children surgical ward, the number was big but not like the adults same who were born with like cancer and others not.
The next to visit was male ward, those with malaria fever, heart attack .There we prayed for an individual Person whose life was in bad condition and he accepted that Jesus is his personal savior
From there we went to visit the ward of the people whose brains are not working properly [mad people] the number was not too big like other wards we had visited, but there was especially there was young people of the age bow 35.
In the same way we went to visit the ward of the people who are HIV/AIDS positive; the number was high especially those of the age below 45.
From there we visited Children's ward those who had malaria and those are in bad condition, there we found woman who had young baby of two weeks, she was feeding her baby on the bottle, when we asked? She told us that she is HIV positive, immediately she started crying because she was lonely due to being infected with HIV. We took the opportunity; we gave her courage in Christ.
We told her,” If you believe in Jesus Christ to be your personal savior from today and on, you still have opportunity to be cured[healed]”and we told her that, “Its the right time for to seek GOD “We left her with big smile.
We passed at the Laboratory but we could not enter because it was closed due to weekends-days, we passed also at the hall where the pregnant Mother go to test and to know if the pregnant is in good condition.
BRIEFLY DOCTOR SAMUEL EXPLAINED TO US SAME OF THE PROBLEMS OF THE HOSPITAL, are the following:
1-Lack of not enough equipments medicine
2-Lack of enough Doctors according to the patient in the hospital.
3-Poor hygiene in the hospital.
4-Lack of enough structures according to the number of the sick People in the hospital.
5-High chances of spreading of diseases from Patient to the Doctors.
On behalf of us students who visited the hospital we learned a lot of things and we shared them with our fellow members whom we left at home
We thank very much HE WILL PROVIDE MINISTRIES, The great work they are doing, and the arrangement they did for the trip to the hospital to together with the staff of DOOR OF HOPE FAMILY. Even not forgetting all those who SPONSOR He will provide Ministries.
LONG LIVE HE WILL PROVIDE MINISTRIES
LONG LIVE OUR SPONSORS
LONG LIVE DOOR OF HOPE & THE STAFF
MAY THE ALMIRTY LORD, THE LORD OF GLORY “BLESS YOU VERY MUCH.
YOUR'S FAITHFUL
TWINOMUJUNI ROBERT S.3 DOOR OF HOPE FA MILY.
On 25th,April,2009
DOOR OF HOPE FAMILY.
TRIP TO MULAGO HOSPITAL, MASAKA DISTRICT,with
Jajja Robin
Doctor Samuel
Robert Twinomujuni
David Mukisa
Joseph
Phillip
The trip was as follow after reaching at the hospital;
We visited ward for those who have been operated after giving Birth [It was the second stage after they have been operated on]
Again we visited the first female surgical ward for those who have just give Birth, those who are still in bad condition and those who have been just operated on.
We by-passed at the X-ray/scan, where they take picture of those who have got accident and
those who have problem inside their parts of bodies like Lungs, Livers and many others.
We continued, we even passed at the ward of those who are suffering from T.B
we did not enter the ward, because Doctor Samuel told us that it could be very dangerous to our lives
[It is spread easier from one person to another and we were surprised of the building that it was constructed in the year of 1927]
We also visited the surgical ward for male people, the number of people was big especially those who are having the problem inside parts Body, like Lungs, Livers ,cancer and many others including accident.
We again visited the children surgical ward, the number was big but not like the adults same who were born with like cancer and others not.
The next to visit was male ward, those with malaria fever, heart attack .There we prayed for an individual Person whose life was in bad condition and he accepted that Jesus is his personal savior
From there we went to visit the ward of the people whose brains are not working properly [mad people] the number was not too big like other wards we had visited, but there was especially there was young people of the age bow 35.
In the same way we went to visit the ward of the people who are HIV/AIDS positive; the number was high especially those of the age below 45.
From there we visited Children's ward those who had malaria and those are in bad condition, there we found woman who had young baby of two weeks, she was feeding her baby on the bottle, when we asked? She told us that she is HIV positive, immediately she started crying because she was lonely due to being infected with HIV. We took the opportunity; we gave her courage in Christ.
We told her,” If you believe in Jesus Christ to be your personal savior from today and on, you still have opportunity to be cured[healed]”and we told her that, “Its the right time for to seek GOD “We left her with big smile.
We passed at the Laboratory but we could not enter because it was closed due to weekends-days, we passed also at the hall where the pregnant Mother go to test and to know if the pregnant is in good condition.
BRIEFLY DOCTOR SAMUEL EXPLAINED TO US SAME OF THE PROBLEMS OF THE HOSPITAL, are the following:
1-Lack of not enough equipments medicine
2-Lack of enough Doctors according to the patient in the hospital.
3-Poor hygiene in the hospital.
4-Lack of enough structures according to the number of the sick People in the hospital.
5-High chances of spreading of diseases from Patient to the Doctors.
On behalf of us students who visited the hospital we learned a lot of things and we shared them with our fellow members whom we left at home
We thank very much HE WILL PROVIDE MINISTRIES, The great work they are doing, and the arrangement they did for the trip to the hospital to together with the staff of DOOR OF HOPE FAMILY. Even not forgetting all those who SPONSOR He will provide Ministries.
LONG LIVE HE WILL PROVIDE MINISTRIES
LONG LIVE OUR SPONSORS
LONG LIVE DOOR OF HOPE & THE STAFF
MAY THE ALMIRTY LORD, THE LORD OF GLORY “BLESS YOU VERY MUCH.
YOUR'S FAITHFUL
TWINOMUJUNI ROBERT S.3 DOOR OF HOPE FA MILY.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Sounds of Saturday Morning
April 25, 2009
Sounds of Saturday Morning
As I woke I could hear the whoosh, whoosh of the African broom along the cement driveway and I knew the boys were up sweeping. It was Saturday morning and the children were doing there weekly house chores. When I ventured down the hall to the bathroom and could hear Jim snoring. As I reached the bathroom I could hear little Deon and Duke in their room chattering in little kid Luganda to their Mummy and Daddy. Walking back by the kitchen Robyn greeted me with her cheerful”Robyn Good Morning”. When I greeted her back I could hear her preparing coffee and the bubble of the coffee pot. The house was full of morning sounds, of people waking from their slumber and stirring about to start their day.
I headed back to my room to read the Bible. While I read God’s word, I could hear the pounding on the cement of little John and Moses feet, as they run by my window. The next thing I heard was the joyful sound of their laughter. They were on the tire swing in the front yard. I tried to focus on my reading, but couldn’t help but listen to their sounds of happiness. Not long after that some of the other children joined in. Their laughter and voice melded into a harmonious sound of friendship, love and happiness.
Sounds of Saturday Morning
As I woke I could hear the whoosh, whoosh of the African broom along the cement driveway and I knew the boys were up sweeping. It was Saturday morning and the children were doing there weekly house chores. When I ventured down the hall to the bathroom and could hear Jim snoring. As I reached the bathroom I could hear little Deon and Duke in their room chattering in little kid Luganda to their Mummy and Daddy. Walking back by the kitchen Robyn greeted me with her cheerful”Robyn Good Morning”. When I greeted her back I could hear her preparing coffee and the bubble of the coffee pot. The house was full of morning sounds, of people waking from their slumber and stirring about to start their day.
I headed back to my room to read the Bible. While I read God’s word, I could hear the pounding on the cement of little John and Moses feet, as they run by my window. The next thing I heard was the joyful sound of their laughter. They were on the tire swing in the front yard. I tried to focus on my reading, but couldn’t help but listen to their sounds of happiness. Not long after that some of the other children joined in. Their laughter and voice melded into a harmonious sound of friendship, love and happiness.
Bodas and Buses
April 17, 2009
Bodas and Buses
My weekend holiday to Kampala started at 8am at the front gate of the house. Mummy Eunice arranged with Jimmy Boda to take me to the Holiday Center to catch my bus. I had know idea where that was but I did know it was going to cost me 2,000 shillings. I set side saddle on the back of Jimmy Boda’s motorcycle as he precariously balanced my rollie suitcase on the gas tank. Then we were off!!
As we whooshed by traffic it began to sprinkle. Up went the hood of my raincoat—thank God I was prepared! The Holiday Center turned out to be on the other side of Nyando—much farther then I had expected. No wonder it cost 2,000 shillings to take me there! When we arrived Jimmy unloaded my suitcase and he was off leaving me to fend for myself. I was excited to board my first bus in Uganda but as I looked around in the rain there were none in sight. What I did see were many taxis and a few coasters (mini-buses). Of course, as Jimmy left and I was standing there by myself in the rain I was mobbed by about ten guys saying, “mazungo, mazungo, taxi, taxi to Kampala!” Thank God I’ve traveled a lot in 3rd World countries and I was able to talk my way out of their aggressive offerings. I insisted that I was going to wait on the BIG BUS!
I moved away from them, rolled my suitcase through the mud and stood under a thatched canopy to get out of the rain. As I waited, I watched the commotion, the bartering and the people move up and down the area. It was quite a sight! After about 20 minutes I asked a guy when the big buses were arriving and he said in about 5 minutes. I thought to myself “yea right” but sure enough in about 5 minutes a bus came rolling up, passed me and parked on the side of the road. Just then a man in a trench coat came up to me and said you’re looking for the big bus to Kampala lets go! He grabbed my suitcase and I ran after him, as he said “hurry you don’t want to miss it”. I rushed on to the bus and realized it was very full. As I moved down the aisle to look for a seat I got calls for the people, “mazungo, mazungo sit here”, “are you going to Kampala”, “how are you mazungo”. I moved to the back of the bus and found an open seat with a girl and a guy. I introduced myself to my seat mates, Jessica and John and the bus was off. Whew I was on! Thank God!
It didn’t take long for some of the other passengers to start talking to me. As I looked around I noticed that everyone was younger. I asked Jessica, my seat mate, why everyone on the bus was young and she said that they were all students from the same university in Kabele. They were traveling home for Spring Break. They all had started their journey east at 2am that morning, so they’d been on the bus for about 7 hours already. She said she was getting tired, but the others on the bus were very lively. There was music and chatting and the two hour bus ride to Kampala flew by! I meet some interesting people and had some great conversations. I made it very easy since they all knew English very well. I’m so happy that my first experience on the BIG bus was a great one!
Bodas and Buses
My weekend holiday to Kampala started at 8am at the front gate of the house. Mummy Eunice arranged with Jimmy Boda to take me to the Holiday Center to catch my bus. I had know idea where that was but I did know it was going to cost me 2,000 shillings. I set side saddle on the back of Jimmy Boda’s motorcycle as he precariously balanced my rollie suitcase on the gas tank. Then we were off!!
As we whooshed by traffic it began to sprinkle. Up went the hood of my raincoat—thank God I was prepared! The Holiday Center turned out to be on the other side of Nyando—much farther then I had expected. No wonder it cost 2,000 shillings to take me there! When we arrived Jimmy unloaded my suitcase and he was off leaving me to fend for myself. I was excited to board my first bus in Uganda but as I looked around in the rain there were none in sight. What I did see were many taxis and a few coasters (mini-buses). Of course, as Jimmy left and I was standing there by myself in the rain I was mobbed by about ten guys saying, “mazungo, mazungo, taxi, taxi to Kampala!” Thank God I’ve traveled a lot in 3rd World countries and I was able to talk my way out of their aggressive offerings. I insisted that I was going to wait on the BIG BUS!
I moved away from them, rolled my suitcase through the mud and stood under a thatched canopy to get out of the rain. As I waited, I watched the commotion, the bartering and the people move up and down the area. It was quite a sight! After about 20 minutes I asked a guy when the big buses were arriving and he said in about 5 minutes. I thought to myself “yea right” but sure enough in about 5 minutes a bus came rolling up, passed me and parked on the side of the road. Just then a man in a trench coat came up to me and said you’re looking for the big bus to Kampala lets go! He grabbed my suitcase and I ran after him, as he said “hurry you don’t want to miss it”. I rushed on to the bus and realized it was very full. As I moved down the aisle to look for a seat I got calls for the people, “mazungo, mazungo sit here”, “are you going to Kampala”, “how are you mazungo”. I moved to the back of the bus and found an open seat with a girl and a guy. I introduced myself to my seat mates, Jessica and John and the bus was off. Whew I was on! Thank God!
It didn’t take long for some of the other passengers to start talking to me. As I looked around I noticed that everyone was younger. I asked Jessica, my seat mate, why everyone on the bus was young and she said that they were all students from the same university in Kabele. They were traveling home for Spring Break. They all had started their journey east at 2am that morning, so they’d been on the bus for about 7 hours already. She said she was getting tired, but the others on the bus were very lively. There was music and chatting and the two hour bus ride to Kampala flew by! I meet some interesting people and had some great conversations. I made it very easy since they all knew English very well. I’m so happy that my first experience on the BIG bus was a great one!
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