Well, well, well, I have so much to tell you all! I have
been making notes about all of my adventures and there is a page covered in
abbreviations to ensure everything actually fitted…it still didn’t though! I
think I shall have to break this blog down into about 3 or 4 entries though
otherwise it will just be too much, and I am well aware how much us Brits enjoy
a cuppa while reading, and you will definitely need more than one!
I suppose I better explain why I have taken so long to blog!
First of all I wasn’t feeling to funky fresh due to the bites and was sleeping
an awful lot as well as having to deal with babies being thrust into my arms at
every opportunity. And then disaster struck when our power line was cut! That’s
right, it was snipped in half!! Apparently our host Moses (who I will talk
about a lot more later, he is seriously a legend!) hadn’t paid his electricity
bill and the top dog was not pleased so cut us off. But never fear as we
handled the situation pretty well! It actually made me realise how pathetic I
am without a phone and how much I would normally depend on electricity, but
when we were cut off from the power we actually managed well! Of course we are
not privileged enough to have electricity to cook from or to have a tv powered
in our little shack, but we do have laptops, camera’s, phones, ipods and
kindles. As you all know these very much depend on electricity so when the
power is down, eventually so are they! But we have coped and I am now reading
Anne Frank’s diary, something I have wanted to do for a long time, however I am
slightly disappointed in it; bummer!
Anyway, without the electricity we have done lots of mad
things, like talk! Can you actually believe it? Teenagers without a phone in
their hand, talking to one another…to each others faces! Don’t worry I am just
as shocked as you, but it is really good! I think the grown-ups might be right
in that we really don’t need to have our phones glued to our hands. Not only
have we spoken to one another a lot but we have also spoken to our neighbours
an awful lot! One neighbour in particular who wants to speak to us nearly every
day is James. Not only is he rather chatty but he doesn’t half know how clever
and fit he is! He tries to make everything a competition, but never fear I will
beat him in the eating competition he has challenged me to…the fool!!
Something which is super cool and you should all appreciate
is that in our little shack, in a dusty village that I am pretty sure even
Ugandan’s have never heard of, I feel like Carrie Bradshaw! Eep! It is so cool!
We have a desk in our house which faces out the window onto the street, which
is just like Miss B! It is very exciting and to all of those who should receive
letters fairly soon prepare for me to compare myself to my idol an awful lot.
Due to this fantastic new realisation I have actually written an awful lot of
letters! When I say a lot I mean about 5 in a day…and with the amount I write I
swear Advanced higher Drama essays seem like a breeze to the hand now. Good
luck to all that are going to receive those letters because I think I was also
going a little mad, can you really blame me though?
We had a very scary experience for the first time in our
lovely little village one night though. It may sound like nothing, but honestly
I think we were all a little close to tears and even the memory makes me
shiver…we went to the cinema! Oh it was horrid! It was honestly like we were
being taken to get killed. I even whispered to Paul, who had kindly offered to
take us to this hell hole, “I’m scared!” and he just laughed…HE LAUGHED!? When
we later told Justine and Moses that we had gone to the cinema at night they
were shocked and gave us a row…your never really far from your parents are you?
The cinema is literally a dirty room with a tv that has a film on with a
translator on the entire time speaking really loudly! For all we knew he was
making the entire film up or making fun of us, but bleeding nora the guy would
not shut up! Not only that, but we were also squished into a room, which would
usually have only 20 people in it in Britain due to health regulations, but no
we had about 60 people in there, all snuggled up tightly...in roasty toasty
Uganda!
Something I have realised while I have been over here is how
proud I am of my family. I sat and thought about the achievements they all have
and it made me a little teary to think I can now add something of my own to our
list of achievements. I also realised that I am pretty sure my Dad is my hero.
Yes, I know, I have lost it, I am calling my father my hero, but I swear he
really is! Everything he has achieved in his life is amazing and he is now in a
job which he loves! I mean he is just back from Chicago watching the Ryder Cup
which I am sure any golf fanatic would love, so imagine my Dad’s cheery little
face to this situation! I am super proud of him and can’t help think that I am
one of the luckiest girls in the world to have such a fabulous and supportive
family!
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