5/5/09
Today we woke up at the ass-crack of dawn (6:30) to go to Mbale. It was the coldest I’ve been since I was in America. We ran down from the guest house to the school to catch the Matatoo that would take us to Mbale. A Matatoo is a small buss designed to hold 14 people plus the driver at most. On the hour long ride to Mbale, I was crammed with eight other people in my row. Eight. In the whole thing there was close to thirty people. It was nice and hot also! It was an experience though. It gave a little taste of what some people here have to go through everyday. When we got to Mbale, Andrew and I rented DVD’s we thought some of the kids would like to watch with us while Mrs. Wybar made a little trip to the bank and post office. When we met up with Mrs. Wybar we then walked around the town and tried to find guitar strings. The one place that sold them was trying to rip me off and sell them for 60 000 so, I didn’t get them. We then got back on another Matatoo, this time only 22 people, and headed back to Bududa. This ride was great also. The man sitting next to the window didn’t like fresh air, and wanted to be hot I guess.
When we got home we went up to the guest house. A little later, a bunch of kids came up. We gave out some balloons and started playing with the kids and the balloons. They would hit it up onto the porch and I would try to smack it off right back at them before it hit the ground. The happiness little things like balloons bring the kids over here is crazy (in a good way).
At night, Henry his wife, and son, Moses, came over to stay with us. They will be staying with us for two nights. They brought a backpack full of mangos as a gift, and they were good. I gave Moses a glow stick, and he was amazed with it. Andrew gave him one of the balloons that you can punch and he also played with that for a long time. For dinner we had some kind of meat. Moses ate with his hands. It was interesting watching him eat because he ate as if he was at home. He didn’t know what a napkin was until I showed him how to get the food off of his shirt. While we were eating, he would spit the bones from the meat onto the floor. It really showed the difference between our cultures. After dinner, we taught them “Amazing Grace” and “Row, Row, Row Your Boat,” and Moses taught us his favorite song “Xi Xi Chu, This Is How To Make A Shoe.” After he would sing that he would start cracking up. After this we all went to bed.
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