I didn't sleep much last night. I kept waking up thinking about what I was going to say to James to sell him the microfinance idea. His English is very good, but it's quite complex and I'm scared it will get lost in translation.
This morning we went out to see some of the school children in their homes. We set out on foot in what must have been around 33 degrees with the sun scorching our already seared flesh. Edward was joking that he was once a mzungu but after being in the sun for so long his skin turned black and he became Ugandan.
The other person we were with was Ronnie. He is a volunteer teacher with the organisation while he studies. Once he finishes though he will need to find a paying job to support his mother and 4 siblings. Ronnie is an incredibly happy person with an infectious laugh. He seems to think everything we do is hilarious.
We made 7 visits in total, 3 of whom weren't home. The others all seemed to be doing well. The students had mostly completed their holiday work, with the exception of one who had been ill with malaria most of the holidays.
Everyone was so friendly in the way they greeted us and welcomed us into their homes. One woman wanted to cook us lunch and asked for our phone numbers,
After this we came back to the school and had a pancake. I'm not entirely sure what this was, but it was about the size of the mouth of a pint glass, chewy, tasted slightly of bananas and was a bit gritty. This might have just been dirt though.
We then sat in on an English lesson Ronald was teaching to the kids who had come for extra study during the holidays. The kids obviously love him and have a real thirst for knowledge.
After school we tried to get to the internet cafe. Our village still has no power so we went to Kasangati (a few villages over). The first internet cafe was offline. We went into the second, but after 10 minutes (which is about how long it took to log in to facebook) the network crashed. We went for a beer and cam back. This time I had almost transcribed an entire day from my journal into the blog when the power to Kasangati went out. We had to give up and go home. It's becoming very frustrating being so cut off. With the power situation in our village I have one bar of battery left of my phone and no idea when I may get to charge it.
This morning we went out to see some of the school children in their homes. We set out on foot in what must have been around 33 degrees with the sun scorching our already seared flesh. Edward was joking that he was once a mzungu but after being in the sun for so long his skin turned black and he became Ugandan.
The other person we were with was Ronnie. He is a volunteer teacher with the organisation while he studies. Once he finishes though he will need to find a paying job to support his mother and 4 siblings. Ronnie is an incredibly happy person with an infectious laugh. He seems to think everything we do is hilarious.
We made 7 visits in total, 3 of whom weren't home. The others all seemed to be doing well. The students had mostly completed their holiday work, with the exception of one who had been ill with malaria most of the holidays.
Everyone was so friendly in the way they greeted us and welcomed us into their homes. One woman wanted to cook us lunch and asked for our phone numbers,
After this we came back to the school and had a pancake. I'm not entirely sure what this was, but it was about the size of the mouth of a pint glass, chewy, tasted slightly of bananas and was a bit gritty. This might have just been dirt though.
We then sat in on an English lesson Ronald was teaching to the kids who had come for extra study during the holidays. The kids obviously love him and have a real thirst for knowledge.
After school we tried to get to the internet cafe. Our village still has no power so we went to Kasangati (a few villages over). The first internet cafe was offline. We went into the second, but after 10 minutes (which is about how long it took to log in to facebook) the network crashed. We went for a beer and cam back. This time I had almost transcribed an entire day from my journal into the blog when the power to Kasangati went out. We had to give up and go home. It's becoming very frustrating being so cut off. With the power situation in our village I have one bar of battery left of my phone and no idea when I may get to charge it.
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