So this one time...

Cory and Adam came to visit me. In Kampala. Uganda.

I cannot describe how nice it was to see familiar faces. I have not seen anyone I have known for more than five minutes in the last 3 weeks. Which I know is not a long time and that I am being a bit of a baby, but when you are the only white person or American in a sea of Ugandans who point and yell their equivalent of "white person" at you constantly, it is very nice to see a familiar face.

Besides the fact that Cory and Adam most likely came to visit to enjoy the luxuries that come along with living in a "mansion", their company was refreshing and it was so nice to be able to commiserate and laugh about the oddities that go along with being a white person in East Africa and the oddities (well what seem like oddities to us) of East Africa in general.

For instance, Adam demonstrated the joy of taking a shower out of a basin of cold water. Cory and I were able to complain about how instant coffee is just not really coffee. I was able to point out how icky the the pile of trash being eaten by goats on the side of the street truly is without worrying that the Ugandan I am with will judge me as an American prude. We could laugh about how even though Ugandans and Rwandese speak English sometimes we have no idea what they were saying! It was comfortable and completely hysterical.

They arrived late Friday night in a "park" in Kampala. I guess "park" doesn't translate well here. Because they were literally dropped off in one of the worst parts of Kampala I have seen, and there were no trees, swings or picnic tables in site.  The three of us then failed to go out to celebrate my birthday,and instead stayed up until 4 am listing the things we miss the most and what our first few days back in the states will be like. All of them included a tremendous amount of food, especially taco bell, pizza, and pancakes. And milk not from a bag.

Tales from the remainder of the weekend, to be continued...