August 5, 2010

Uganda Trip 1

We all met in Fort Worth the night before our scheduled flight. That was the night I did NOT go to a broadway musical called Cats or even a baseball game for the Fort Worth Cats. The morning of our flights we were treated to nothing less than.. Czech treats from a Czech bakery in West, Texas. It's as close to good Czech baking you'll get in Texas unless you have your own precious Babicka, or Czech grandma to bake for you. We devoured it!

We arrived in Uganda late at night and drove with the windows down. The smell of burning charcoal and exhaust mingled to meet us. We settled in a great guest house called Adonai. The first day we moved around the area we were staying in near Kabalagala and even registered at the Embassy, something I've never done. I was very proud of myself. I'm a true grown up now. But after the bombing the week before and with FBI agents in town it seemed like the wise thing to do.


That day we gave the team objectives to accomplish and sent them on their way to manouever town and currency on their own. They were champs! And it was a blast thinking up challenges for them to accomplish that might potentially be helpful in preparing them. The teams had to find a map of Kampala (which proved impossible), buy fresh produce, and interview at least ten sources to find out where the Karamajong are in Kampala. And the adventure started!

The next day, we went with the team to Soweto (a slum named after the large urban area in Johannesburg South Africa). We always heard that the Karamajong were "in Soweto". For years it's what we heard. So in our quest to find and survey the Karamajong in Kampala it was our logical first choice.

As we wound through the slum, mangie dogs ignored us as their puppies scrounged around. We were surprised to find very few Karamajong... We interviewed the few we did find. They are charged highly for rent, nightly fees, to sleep under tin, and the ones we met (two of which had AIDS) slept together on the ground with a tarp in case it rained. Only one man we interviewed actually slept in a covered shelter.

So where were the Karamajong? We then went to the second place we had heard of near the clock tower. Here we hit a small jackpot, and immediately began to do survey work. We had a young Turkana man, Sammy, along to help us translate as well as two students down studying from Kaabong, Kokoi and JB. They were huge helps!

Meat grill made by men in Kasinye Kampala from scraps.

We closed out the night debriefing our first adventures, (being charged by motorcycle taxis based on your perceived weight for example, and almost getting squished by oncoming traffic).

We could tell already that this was a great team who were sure to hold their own and find out some valuable data while sharing the gospel message.

1 comment:

Mike and Emily said...

I am loving these posts! They are heartbreaking but "focusing" at the same time.
Thanks for sharing,
Emily

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