How Much Can Fit Into Two Weeks?

The fact that I have not written any posts in the past two weeks is a sign of the type of trip this group has had since their arrival. Every day has been a new adventure. And each day has lasted until exhaustion sets in and the only things left to do are eat and crash into bed, possibly still having the energy to drape a mosquito net over yourself. We have walked the overcrowded streets of downtown Kampala, sat amidst countless traffic jams watching bodabodas cruise by between the gaps of the cars, eaten all of the traditional local food (matoke, posho, chapatti, beans, sugarcane, meat, etc.), played soccer (here, it is football) and basketball with the local schoolkids, kept tabs on the various animals and people that dig through the trash heap up the road, experienced what the true meaning of "off-roading" is... except that it wasn't off the road, walked through and cleaned garbage out of the overflowing gutters in the slums, seen the future of grass roots agricultural communities and educational farms, had too many conversations to count with people of another culture, held far too many hands of children to keep track of, heard the word "muzungu" (white person) to the point that we refer to ourselves as such, played and sang with orphans, traveled to Gulu (a place rife with violence and war just 4 years ago) and seen the "undugu" (meaning brotherhood) celebration for peace and brotherhood with all people, watched traditional dancing, seen wild animals galore while seated on the roof of a van, hiked the cliffs of the Nile River to the top of Murchison Falls, and somehow found time to pack in leadership training sessions just about every night along the way. It has truly been an experience.