Africa...
Uganda...
Jinja...
Chez nous...
On the way to lunch at Moses's house. Danny goes to pre school about 2km away and passes the primary school on the way home at lunch time so he always stops in to escort us home. The kids love to carry our bags for us but my hand bag, even with the strap shortened, is sitll a bit of a hinderance for little legs..
Another day, another bowl of pocho and I'm struggling to find the enthusiasm. Looking a lot like mashed potatoe but drier than the sahara and utterly tasteless pocho and greens was never our favourite lunch..
Avocado anyone? The kids brought us avocados as presents and one boy in particular seemed to feel the need to keep us in constant supply. He was winding up towards the grand finale of two shopping bag's worth on our last day. Between all the kids we were averaging about 9 avocados a day in the last couple of weeks.. no more guacamole for me for a looooonng time.
Moses, our boda driver and proud new owner of his bike. He drove us the 8km to and from school (down some of the dustiest and bumpiest roads imaginable) every day. We helped to him to find the last bit of money to be able to buy his bike instead of renting it. At 5000 shillings a day rent, some days he would barely make enough driving to cover the cost of the bike but now he can start saving for his new kitchen..
Yann making nice with the neighbours. This little one is latest member of the family next door to Moses.
Contemplating the world from the onfort of a convenient rock.
Us at Bujagali falls, a series of rapids near the school.
Bujagali.. and Gemma
Home sweet home, and the tidiest it has looked since we moved in. The front room of our house is an office for the charity Softpower. We live in the back and share the house with Jamie, an employee of Softpower and, until last week when they went home, Erin and Katy our fabulous partners in crime and much missed housemates.
Lake Victoria..
Main street, Jinja, looking remarkably free of potholes. Don't be fooled, I've tripped over and stubbed my toes more times than I can count - looking where you are going is rather essential when the paving suddenly stops, or alternatively sticks up out of the ground at crazy angles for no aparent reason..
Y avait rien a faire a Jinja, c est la deuxieme ville du pays, pas un cine, pas un musee, rien, quedal...la misere...donc on a lu, beaucoup lu....
Avocado anyone? The kids brought us avocados as presents and one boy in particular seemed to feel the need to keep us in constant supply. He was winding up towards the grand finale of two shopping bag's worth on our last day. Between all the kids we were averaging about 9 avocados a day in the last couple of weeks.. no more guacamole for me for a looooonng time.
Moses, our boda driver and proud new owner of his bike. He drove us the 8km to and from school (down some of the dustiest and bumpiest roads imaginable) every day. We helped to him to find the last bit of money to be able to buy his bike instead of renting it. At 5000 shillings a day rent, some days he would barely make enough driving to cover the cost of the bike but now he can start saving for his new kitchen..
Yann making nice with the neighbours. This little one is latest member of the family next door to Moses.
Contemplating the world from the onfort of a convenient rock.
Us at Bujagali falls, a series of rapids near the school.
Bujagali.. and Gemma
Home sweet home, and the tidiest it has looked since we moved in. The front room of our house is an office for the charity Softpower. We live in the back and share the house with Jamie, an employee of Softpower and, until last week when they went home, Erin and Katy our fabulous partners in crime and much missed housemates.
Lake Victoria..
Main street, Jinja, looking remarkably free of potholes. Don't be fooled, I've tripped over and stubbed my toes more times than I can count - looking where you are going is rather essential when the paving suddenly stops, or alternatively sticks up out of the ground at crazy angles for no aparent reason..
Y avait rien a faire a Jinja, c est la deuxieme ville du pays, pas un cine, pas un musee, rien, quedal...la misere...donc on a lu, beaucoup lu....
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