<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:35:37.105+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah in Kampala</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-244060659832125748</id><published>2008-09-04T16:04:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T16:13:26.127+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well ladies and gentlemen, this is the last post being written while in &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will post some more pictures next week, once I have fast internet again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is the plan for tonight: eat dinner, get to the airport ridiculously early (O’Hare has trained me well), get on a plane, and go to sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will be getting into &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; tomorrow (Friday) at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="13"&gt;1:00 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As everyone warned me before I came here, I have mixed feelings about coming home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will miss my new friends, the weather, and UNAD.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I am ready to be home where I do not break the cultural norms on a regular basis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never thought I would say this…but I miss the CTA (Chicago Transit Authority).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I appreciate the fact that in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, I can look at a map and know where to catch the El.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I am ready to be back with my friends and family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I now appreciate all the more the crucial role that you all play in me life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been amazed at the outpouring of love and support that has come my way over the past 2 months.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t have done it without you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I did not learn a ton of USL and I’m sure I will forget some as I return to ASL, but I will never forget the signs I learned and used everyday to explain who I am and why I’m in Uganda, especially the word “research.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SL_eg7QZP3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OG-vYpzqYFs/s1600-h/DSC_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SL_eg7QZP3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OG-vYpzqYFs/s320/DSC_0186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242153148526182258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-244060659832125748?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/244060659832125748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=244060659832125748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/244060659832125748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/244060659832125748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/09/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SL_eg7QZP3I/AAAAAAAAAEc/OG-vYpzqYFs/s72-c/DSC_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-4500073030665646974</id><published>2008-09-02T21:52:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:55:28.369+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Research is finished!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wow, it has been a lot longer since I last posted than I realized.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since my time here is about to end, this past week has been crazy busy with souvenir shopping, finishing up my research, and saying my goodbyes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This morning I met with Alex Ndeezi, who is the first deaf Member of Parliament.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also met with Martin, who is director of HIV education programs for NUDIPU (please don’t ask me what it stands for, some of the letters mean National Union of Disabled Persons…or Individuals?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These were my very last two interviews.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yay!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This afternoon I went to the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Entebbe&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Wildlife&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename&gt;Education&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Center&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with Renee and her kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think I had ever seen an ostrich in real life…or at least this close.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank goodness for the fence, because the ostrich standing about a foot away from me did not like having his picture taken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My camera battery is currently charging, so I can’t post any pictures tonight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to an amazing (4 hour!) dance performance this past Sunday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It had dances and storytelling from all around &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of the pictures turned out pretty awful (despite my vast experience taking photos of dance shows), but I will post some of the decent ones later.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, did I mention that I have been spelling muzungu wrong all along?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, not wrong, but not the most common spelling for the area I’m living in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I discovered it when I say a tourist t-shirt that says “My name is not Muzungu!”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is unbelievably funny since every person along the side of the road addresses me as such.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What I can’t figure out though is why they are surprised that I know they’re talking about me when they’re chatting with others in Luganda…they all yell muzungu all the time, so why wouldn’t I know it means white person?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it always means me because I’m the only one around.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tomorrow I am going to UNAD to say goodbye to everyone. Then I’m running errands like picking up some African clothes I’m having made and buying some books for the plane ride home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My flight leaves &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Entebbe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; airport at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="23"&gt;11:00 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; Thursday night and I arrive in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; sometime Friday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;See you soon!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-4500073030665646974?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/4500073030665646974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=4500073030665646974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/4500073030665646974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/4500073030665646974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/09/research-is-finished.html' title='Research is finished!!!'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-6625489788223804952</id><published>2008-08-27T18:33:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:35:19.085+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Member of Parliament</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Want to hear a funny story?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So way back in January when I started researching for this trip, I read about Alex Ndeezi, the first deaf Member of Parliament in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is quoted in multiple articles discussing the dangerous results of not educating the deaf about HIV/AIDS.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He compared the lowering HIV/AIDS rates among the general population due to national education programs to the deaf community that remained at risk due to lack of effective communication with health educators.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His urgency is part of why I chose &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; as the site for my summer of research.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Important side note necessary to understand the rest of the story: Mr. Ndeezi is technically the executive director of UNAD, so his picture his on the website, but he is not in the office on a day to day basis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So last Monday, I e-mailed Mr. Ndeezi to ask if we could have a meeting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Tuesday, I went to UNAD and was waiting for the staff’s all day meeting to break for lunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A man walked through the lobby and into one of the offices.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It took me a second to place him, but I suspected it was Mr. Ndeezi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So here’s the first funny part (aka Sarah doing something dumb): I didn’t want him to know that I was talking about him so I signed to a woman nearby asking if that was indeed him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he’s deaf and could not have heard me AND I chose to speak in the language he does know, so he would have understood me if he came back in the room AND the woman is hearing and knows English so I could have asked out loud.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I went up to him and introduced myself as the researcher who e-mailed him the previous day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He grabbed an interpreter and asked me about my project, work with UNAD, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked if we could meet and he said he would e-mail me by Friday and we would meet the following Tuesday or Wednesday.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So Friday came and went and so did the days he said we would meet without hearing from him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This afternoon, I was hanging out at UNAD, working on wrapping up my research.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mr. Ndeezi walked into the room and stopped and looked at me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I smiled normally, but he smiled so slowly and gave me the guiltiest look I have ever seen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we are meeting this next Tuesday at &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="8"&gt;8:30 am&lt;/st1:time&gt; in the UNAD building.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I never knew that guilt was such a powerful scheduling tool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-6625489788223804952?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/6625489788223804952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=6625489788223804952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/6625489788223804952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/6625489788223804952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/08/member-of-parliament.html' title='Member of Parliament'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-4532421610803458125</id><published>2008-08-24T23:11:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:50:59.096+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewelry and an Anglican Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello, here is what I have been up to for the past few days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday (August 22), I spent the day with Renee.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the morning, all of the children from Julianne’s school came over for a play date (I think there are 26 total).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I helped supervise the craft project (turning vegetable cans into pen holders).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that, Renee and I spent quite a long time counting jewelry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the many things done by Hope Alive is micro-financing small jewelry businesses for two Ugandan women.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Once we had a complete inventory, we went to the Hope Alive office to meet with one of the women…and count a few hundred more necklaces.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The jewelry is absolutely stunning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is a picture of Renee holding one of the many bundles of necklaces.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SLHFppDDeJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/v3kIpvLyoA8/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SLHFppDDeJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/v3kIpvLyoA8/s320/DSC_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238185160792570002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is a picture of Jennifer (known as Mama Cici because her oldest daughter is named Cici, so Renee is known as Mama Julianne) and me wearing some of her jewelry.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SLHFqBv7RoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/a2WQmKwHtJo/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SLHFqBv7RoI/AAAAAAAAAEU/a2WQmKwHtJo/s320/DSC_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238185167423227522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next, Renee and I went to the craft market and picked up pizza for Friday-pizza-movie-night!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We watched Arsenic and Old Lace, which is the funniest movie I have ever seen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday (August 23), was very uneventful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spent the day uploading and editing pictures and interview videos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our next-door neighbor, Jack, came over for dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jack is quite…eccentric.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he is really interesting to listen to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He had just returned from an eight day silent Anglican retreat in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Nairobi&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For one evening, I was not the only token Anglican :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Speaking of Anglicans, Sam and Alice (from Focus) took John, Cindy, and me to an Anglican Church service this morning(Sunday, August 24).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, it was the praise and worship service (no Eucharist), but it still gave me the feel of Anglican churches in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The sanctuary holds about 800-1000 people, plus there are two overflow tents outside that hold easily that much, if not more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The tents have projectors and screens so people can still see what’s going on in the church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We literally had to push to get seats in the sanctuary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Jon, Jen, and Megumi came over for lunch after church…and they stayed until dinnertime.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a really fun afternoon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s weird to hear Jon tell a story about his mother being a teacher and serving ice cream once a year as part of a fundraiser and realize that he’s talking about Tate’s in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Wheaton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sadly, I had to say goodbye to them because they are leaving for language training in Masaka at the end of this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is picture of the gang outside the guesthouse next door.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SLHFpfQprpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ovdawDUp4cY/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SLHFpfQprpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ovdawDUp4cY/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238185158165245586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m not 100% sure what I am going tomorrow, but I will report back if it is something interesting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-4532421610803458125?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/4532421610803458125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=4532421610803458125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/4532421610803458125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/4532421610803458125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/08/jewelry-and-anglican-church.html' title='Jewelry and an Anglican Church'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SLHFppDDeJI/AAAAAAAAAEM/v3kIpvLyoA8/s72-c/DSC_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-4517344699538842876</id><published>2008-08-21T20:55:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:19:32.797+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Theatre</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is my new roommate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SK2v8CVUhqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HWDVCo9Sra4/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SK2v8CVUhqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HWDVCo9Sra4/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237035387655063202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday and today have been super productive research days...which is good because I am going home in 2 weeks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday, I had two interviews in the morning with deaf individuals who don’t work for UNAD and I had three more this morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I only had two scheduled, but one guy wanted to be interviewed so he showed up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These interviews have been really helpful; everyone has different opinions on how the deaf should be educated about HIV/AIDS, so it should lead to an interesting paper.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday afternoon I watched the rehearsal of the Deaf Silent Theatre Company at UNAD.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of the actors and I were chatting during the tea, samosa, and chapata (flatbread) break.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My Ugandan Sign Language skills are pretty minimal, but my ability to communicate with people at UNAD has greatly improved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t really explain it…I guess I understand a lot more than I can say.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, at the end of our conversation, he was telling me that I should get my hair braided to surprise everyone in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; (who has taken me under her wing) starting watching our conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She turned to me and asked, “You understand him?”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I said that I did, and the look on her face was the happiest thing in the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She looked so proud, and I smiled and signed, “I’m learning.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It made me feel wonderful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today, after my three interviews, I went to the performance of the Deaf Silent Theatre Company.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They performed at some kind of legal fair; people were waiting in tents to talk to lawyers from different organizations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, I’m not sure what was going on, but they performed about the discrimination against persons with disabilities in the legal system.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really educational and entertaining.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The audience really enjoyed it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I taped most of it, so let me know if you are interested in seeing a little.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Below is a picture of a skit based on a true story where a witchdoctor stole a baby from a deaf couple who were forced to sign a statement they didn’t make (no interpreters) and couldn’t read (no education) at the police station.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SK2uECloFyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_FanmKUjNoQ/s1600-h/DSC_0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SK2uECloFyI/AAAAAAAAAD0/_FanmKUjNoQ/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237033326139152162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tomorrow will be another full day…but I am taking a day off from research.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am finally going to go souvenir shopping at the craft market, which should be fun.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-4517344699538842876?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/4517344699538842876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=4517344699538842876' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/4517344699538842876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/4517344699538842876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/08/silent-theatre.html' title='Silent Theatre'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SK2v8CVUhqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/HWDVCo9Sra4/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-7148874331846221890</id><published>2008-08-17T21:42:00.008+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T23:04:46.278+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been a busy week, and next week will probably be even busier.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here are some highlights.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tuesday, August 12 was one of the BEST days I’ve had in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe in my whole life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I rode a boat on the &lt;st1:place&gt;Nile&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I saw where &lt;st1:place&gt;Lake Victoria&lt;/st1:place&gt; ends and the &lt;st1:place&gt;Nile&lt;/st1:place&gt; begins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a lifetime dream come true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also went to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Bujagali&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Falls&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, which is absolutely beautiful...but really are more just rapids on the &lt;st1:place&gt;Nile&lt;/st1:place&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went with a short-term mission team visiting &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to work with Hope Alive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They had a couple extra seats so they brought me, Jenny, GJ, and two Ugandans that work for Hope Alive, Lonnah and Robert.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had the best time taking a ridiculous number of pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is a picture of Lonnah, me, and Jenny in the boat on the &lt;st1:place&gt;Nile&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That man in the picture below is pointing to the source of the &lt;st1:place&gt;Nile&lt;/st1:place&gt;, where &lt;st1:place&gt;Lake Victoria&lt;/st1:place&gt; ends and the &lt;st1:place&gt;Nile&lt;/st1:place&gt; begins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKh2fB0oxuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/t6KXPLqODJs/s1600-h/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKh2fB0oxuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/t6KXPLqODJs/s320/DSC_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235564842255435490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKhzWlHzlgI/AAAAAAAAACs/CfK603HRA0w/s1600-h/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKhzWlHzlgI/AAAAAAAAACs/CfK603HRA0w/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235561398577370626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wednesday, August 13, I returned to the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Ntinda&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for the Deaf.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The deputy to the headmistress (who I interviewed last week) gave me a tour and I took pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am going to send them the pictures when I get home, and they are going to sell them as a fundraiser.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am happy that I can help in some way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also interviewed a deaf teacher there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She did not seem thrilled to be answering my questions, but it was short and really helpful to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is a picture of the children clapping in a classroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKh5l1nCB7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CUrtW2IsmhA/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKh5l1nCB7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/CUrtW2IsmhA/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235568257771112370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thursday, August 14, I went with Renee and the female members of the short term mission team to a small fabric market.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bought fabric to have two outfits made, which is really the only way to get Ugandan clothes here, all the rest are imported from other continents.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For dinner, we went to a really nice Thai restaurant in honor of the short term mission team’s last night in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Below is a picture of Christian and me swinging at the Thai restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKh9QHCTSnI/AAAAAAAAADE/kiQpKhrD8RU/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKh9QHCTSnI/AAAAAAAAADE/kiQpKhrD8RU/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235572282538281586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday, August 15, I went into town to order outfits from a tailor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On a recommendation, I went to see Harriet, who is a member of &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Baptist&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Church&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is making me one dress and one outfit (both blouse and skirt). I am really excited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I go back in a week and a half for a fitting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday, August 16, was a special day at Hope Alive because it was a “Fun Day” (we played games the whole time) and because it was GJ and Jenny’s last Saturday Club before returning home (to the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Netherlands&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Colorado&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;, respectively).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jenny and I took hundreds of pictures, so a pretty typical day for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is a picture of me and Jenny trying sugarcane for the first time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a lot of work to eat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKiB8TPJbqI/AAAAAAAAADM/Lx_tYhpXMsY/s1600-h/DSC_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKiB8TPJbqI/AAAAAAAAADM/Lx_tYhpXMsY/s320/DSC_0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235577439774142114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today (Sunday, August 17) consisted of a church service at Lugogo Baptist, a walk with Jenny to the Kamwokya market, and a goodbye dinner for GJ at the mall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will post pictures from the walk in Kamwokya later in the week.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tomorrow, I am heading to UNAD to watch a rehearsal of the Deaf Silent Theatre Company, and then I am babysitting the &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Davis&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; kids, so I probably won’t be online until Tuesday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-7148874331846221890?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/7148874331846221890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=7148874331846221890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/7148874331846221890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/7148874331846221890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-it-has-been-busy-week-and-next.html' title='The Nile'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKh2fB0oxuI/AAAAAAAAAC0/t6KXPLqODJs/s72-c/DSC_0152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-1770025827364910061</id><published>2008-08-11T11:32:00.010+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T12:28:38.612+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos!</title><content type='html'>Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures from the past week or so.  We drove over the equator on the trip to Masaka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKACeypyESI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZiEJFo1Wgtc/s1600-h/DSC_1082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKACeypyESI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZiEJFo1Wgtc/s320/DSC_1082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233185495020867874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this is a really interesting sign.  It is in Luganda (I think), but an English version is in Kampala that says "Would you let this man be with your daughter?  Then why are you with his?  Cross-generational sex stops here."  I learned from a seminar I attended last spring that this is a serious issue in East Africa that contributes to the spread of AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKAA_cf5dBI/AAAAAAAAACc/FpMUuE_ONOg/s1600-h/DSC_0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKAA_cf5dBI/AAAAAAAAACc/FpMUuE_ONOg/s320/DSC_0925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233183856986256402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a roadside stand selling fruit and baskets on the road to Masaka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJ__Utdyx9I/AAAAAAAAACU/BlBOyqGeaI0/s1600-h/DSC_0838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJ__Utdyx9I/AAAAAAAAACU/BlBOyqGeaI0/s320/DSC_0838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233182023294830546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are kids on a field trip to the Uganda Wildlife Education Centre in Entebbe playing with one of the monkeys that run loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJ_90-_o8CI/AAAAAAAAACM/qQJTiXNmKKY/s1600-h/DSC_1110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJ_90-_o8CI/AAAAAAAAACM/qQJTiXNmKKY/s320/DSC_1110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233180378732752930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the national bird of Uganda, the Crested Crane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJ_8wEuZ3mI/AAAAAAAAACE/FA5gOCB_sEU/s1600-h/DSC_1104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJ_8wEuZ3mI/AAAAAAAAACE/FA5gOCB_sEU/s320/DSC_1104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233179194860101218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A  couple of students visiting the wildlife center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJ_75kjUOnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tSb0kJ9hT-w/s1600-h/DSC_1280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJ_75kjUOnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tSb0kJ9hT-w/s320/DSC_1280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233178258510723698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Children came up to me to shake my hand all the time.  In the picture, you can only see some of the group gathered around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJ_6RImBZuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ekZmce58bEo/s1600-h/UWEC++%2841%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJ_6RImBZuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ekZmce58bEo/s320/UWEC++%2841%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233176464299484898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of the group I went to Entebbe with standing in front of Lake Victoria.  John and Cindy (who I live with) are on the left, and I am between Alice and Sam, who are their friends from Focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJ_5wy6esPI/AAAAAAAAABs/fU9zkh1fHpY/s1600-h/Bot+Gardens+08++%2829%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJ_5wy6esPI/AAAAAAAAABs/fU9zkh1fHpY/s320/Bot+Gardens+08++%2829%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233175908723896562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope you enjoyed these pictures.  It took more than an hour to upload them!  I miss everyone at home, but I am over halfway done!  I am getting used to being here though, and everyday is a bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-1770025827364910061?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/1770025827364910061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=1770025827364910061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/1770025827364910061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/1770025827364910061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/08/photos.html' title='Photos!'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SKACeypyESI/AAAAAAAAACk/ZiEJFo1Wgtc/s72-c/DSC_1082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-7695227431552994685</id><published>2008-08-10T22:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:45:56.350+03:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of a busy week</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh, how I have missed the internet!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am back from Masaka and the repairman fixed the internet this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I feel more connected to the US…I now know that People magazine paid $14 million for the first picture of Angelina and Brad’s twins, that Paris Hilton is running for president, and that Selena is dating one of the Jonas brothers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I can’t get the Chicago Tribune or New York Times to load. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday (August 2), I went to Hope Alive! for a good part of the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think that I did anything noteworthy for the rest of the day…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday (August 3), I went to UNAD at &lt;st1:time hour="13" minute="30"&gt;1:30&lt;/st1:time&gt; to begin the trip to Masaka.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We drove 2 or 3 hours in the UNAD bus.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lots of people on the side of the road stopped to watch us go by.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are stands along they way where they sell everything from bananas to natural loofahs to drums.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you pull over, they all run over to the car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are quite aggressive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all went straight to me and yelled “muzungo,” “auntie,” and “mommy” to try to get my attention (mommy?).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They even opened my window.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One boy asked me to “photo him.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once we got to Masaka we started the search for a cheap and clean hotel (I learned that you generally get one or the other).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I basically panicked because &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; got a room for two, but there were three of us including the interpreter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I started to sign to her and she told me to stop…I realized that we were going to have three people in a double room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So she was being secretive, but she didn’t realize that I thought I was left to fend for myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to the hotel where the conference was being held and had dinner, which consisted of the standard Ugandan dishes that I had at every meal for the next two days, including breakfast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t eat the meat in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but the people who served the food (as you walked along the buffet) said that I did in fact want meat and put in on my plate anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is considered to be the food brought out for special guests, but I would rather have the beans any day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Monday (August 4), the day began bright and early.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I learned that this conference was part conference, part training session.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Participants were local service providers (relating to HIV/AIDS) and representatives of the Masaska branches of the DPOs (Disabled Persons Organizations).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each organization from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; gave a presentation about why those with their particular disability were at risk for HIV and how to communicate with them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;’s presentation was unbelievably helpful; I videotaped it and she is going to give me her notes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I moved around a lot before the presentations began because they kept changing the orientation of the projector and I wanted to have a good view for videotaping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ended up sitting with Helen and Agnes in the back, but I had a table to put my tiny tripod on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Agnes is the head of the National Association of the Deafblind in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;; she has been blind for most or all of her life, but became deaf about 10 years ago due to cerebral malaria.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has some hearing with a hearing aid, but has an interpreter-guide, like Helen, accompany her on trips like this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Helen’s main jobs seemed to be getting her food and telling other people to be quiet so Agnes could hear the presenter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Helen and I became fast friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We sat it the back and made faces at each other when the presenters said dumb things or when people rambled on for too long.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was really great to have someone thinking the same thing and finding the same things funny as me because I often feel like no one here thinks like me. All we had to do was look at each other and we would start cracking up, but then have to be quiet so Agnes could hear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Helen is currently working on her masters in clinical psych, which is an interest we have in common.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am going to try to interview her for my research because I would like the perspective of an interpreter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tuesday (August 5) was basically the same as Monday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I took lots of pictures out the window on the ride home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I even got a picture of the sign when we crossed the equator!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wednesday (August 6)…I went to the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Ntinda&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;School&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for the Deaf where I interviewed the deputy to the headmaster (assistant principal).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am planning on going back next week with a camera, so I will tell more about the school then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thursday (August 7), we (Cindy, John, and their friends from Focus, Sam and &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;) drove to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Entebbe&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, which is south of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and is on &lt;st1:place&gt;Lake Victoria&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First, we went to the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename&gt;Wildlife&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Education&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Center&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, which is basically a zoo for African animals saved from poachers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was one of the highlights of this trip so far.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was able to see African animals in &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Someday I will get to go on a safari and see them in their natural habitat, but this was almost as good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Plus, there were TONS of children there on fieldtrip, and they are really fun to interact with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whole groups of kids would run up to me yelling “Muzungo” and they would all touch my arms and hands.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some wanted their pictures taken.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Monkeys were running lose and it was fun to watch them interacting with the children too.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got stung by a safari ant and had to pull the stinger out of the fabric of my pants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next we went to Uganda Botanical Gardens.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;John and Cindy are both very into plants and birds, so they especially enjoyed it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I enjoyed taking a couple hundred more pictures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Friday (August 8) I decided that I was going to have a lazy day and stay in my pajamas until after lunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;By the time it was about &lt;st1:time hour="12" minute="0"&gt;noon&lt;/st1:time&gt;, there had been multiple rounds of visitors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I guess I won’t be doing that again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went with Renee and two of the kids (Hannah and Abby) to Garden City (the mall), where we shopped and went to I Love New York Kitchen.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went back to their house and had Julie read me her “homework book.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then it was pizza and movie night!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We watched the Incredibles and then Dark Knight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brian bought the copy of the video outside the supermarket…it was a recording someone made sitting in the movie theater.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So when I could see what was going on, it seemed like a good movie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday (August 9) I spent the majority of the day uploading and editing pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the evening, we had dinner with Winston, who goes to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Baptist&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Church&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with Cindy and John.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is 73 years old and was born in &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; and has spent most of his life here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He has the best stories I have ever heard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;His grandfather started what is now the biggest missionary school/center in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kenya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; (maybe in all of &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;?) with the help of his buddy President Roosevelt.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Winston lived in the room I am staying in when Idi Amin took over, and he told us about putting the mattress on the floor and listening to the rockets overhead.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday (August 10), I went to church at Lugogo Baptist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;From there I went with Renee and the girls that are mentors for Hope Alive to an Italian Restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And then we went back to the house for a gathering of the “young workers” from Lugogo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These are the people that have graduated from university and are starting their careers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ended up feeding children and putting them to bed while the guests listened to a lecture on the importance of being smart about finances.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am exhausted because there are 5 kids, but I think I got the better end of the deal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So now I am unbelievably exhausted and am going to go to sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I still have not recovered from the 12 hour day of walking on Thursday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow I am writing new drafts of interview questions, so I am sure that I will procrastinate by posting photos from this past week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;P.S.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sorry this is so long!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t realize it as I was writing it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-7695227431552994685?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/7695227431552994685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=7695227431552994685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/7695227431552994685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/7695227431552994685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-busy-week.html' title='The end of a busy week'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-8585955643350822714</id><published>2008-08-02T00:22:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T00:23:50.893+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was another very encouraging day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to UNAD in the morning and asked Deborah (who was the very first person to respond to my e-mails back in January) if she could help me set up interviews.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was overwhelmed at the prospect of finding willing participants, finding an interpreter, and getting all three of us at the same place at the same time (which might have necessitated hiring a driver, which would have been person number four).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So right then and there, Deborah and other staff members brainstormed a list of people, a guy whose name I don’t know is asking all of them and creating a timetable, and Miriam offered to be my interpreter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So a huge stressor is relieved and I can concentrate of coming up with interview questions and interviewing people at related NGOs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am going to Masaka on Sunday for a conference on HIV/AIDS education for disabled people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are traveling there (2 or 3 hours away, I’ve been told) with the very large bus usually used by UNAD’s Silent Theatre Group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I asked Miriam if I was going to be the only hearing person on the bus and she gave me a really funny look.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She told me that &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; was going to be the only deaf person on the bus and the other people were all from yesterday’s meeting (members of other DPOs, Disabled Persons Organizations).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As much as I like meeting new people, it’s also great to be around people I already know and who know me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight was American movie and pizza night and Brian and Renee’s house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We watched Batman Begins.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Have I mentioned that I live near an arena where concerts are held on the weekends?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a number of blocks away but this music is so loud (now, at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt;) that I think the singer is in my room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It would never been this loud if I was blasting my own music in my room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank goodness for earphones and audio books.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will post today’s pictures tomorrow; I am too tired to upload them now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Goodnight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-8585955643350822714?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/8585955643350822714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=8585955643350822714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/8585955643350822714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/8585955643350822714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/08/progress.html' title='Progress!'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-931876491907472629</id><published>2008-07-31T21:04:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:05:41.034+03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lucky Day</title><content type='html'>What a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked to UNAD this morning, and I think everyone in Kampala got together and decided to acknowledge me more.  It was crazy! Twice as many people as usual yelled “muzungo” and tons more cars/bodas honked at me.  Two boda drivers actually pulled up next to me and stopped their bikes to try to convince me to accept a ride, offering to drive me for free.  They didn’t seem to believe I liked “footing it.”  But I walked all the way there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to UNAD around 11:00 am.  I hadn’t been there yet this week.  I walked in right as everyone was going to a meeting, so I went to a couch and starting reading.  Three or four hours later, the meeting ending.  In the US, people would tell you to come back because the meeting would be long, but I got another lesson in Ugandan sense of time.  They didn’t need to mention it because no one minds waiting.  I was actually fine; thank goodness I brought a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence came back and gave me the details about next week’s conference on HIV/AIDS education for disabled populations, which I decided to attend.  It is in Masaka, which is south of Kampala and about 30 miles south of the Equator!  I am going south of the Equator!  I am so excited; the only sad thing is that I don’t know if there will be any flushing toilets for me to see it drain in the opposite direction from the Northern Hemisphere.  If you go to the Equator in Uganda, they totally show you the toilet demonstration.  Anyway, I am excited to see another part of Uganda. Masaka is right on Lake Victoria, which hopefully I will be able to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I hadn’t been at UNAD in a while, one woman asked me if I had “been lost.”  It is a Ugandan phrase that means someone was not around for a while, but I still haven’t quite figured out how to respond to it.  I wasn’t around, but I wasn’t actually lost.  So I just smiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence invited me to a meeting in the afternoon, and I decided not to attend because I had some other UNAD people I wanted to talk to.  After Florence left, someone casually mentioned that the meeting was on HIV/AIDS education, so I ran to catch up with Florence.  I’m super glad I went.  I met the head honchos of a bunch of DPOs (Disabled Persons Organizations) who I heard speak at the conference a few weeks ago, and they all agreed to meet with me and gave me their cards.  The meeting started about 1 ½ hours late…I don’t think I will ever get used to Ugandan time.  In addition, the meeting was held in a small library of materials on HIV/AIDS education for the disabled!!!  Needless to say, I am going back there soon.  It was quite a lucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we had waffles for dinner, so I will be in a good mood for the rest of the night.  I am currently compiling notes and questions from today’s meeting and trying to read the news…those webpages are the hardest to get to load.  So let me know is something big happens in the world because I might miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-931876491907472629?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/931876491907472629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=931876491907472629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/931876491907472629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/931876491907472629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-lucky-day.html' title='My Lucky Day'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-8224112872973041831</id><published>2008-07-30T20:44:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:59:59.578+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Heinz Ketchup</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The power is back on, the internet is working, and I am ready to blog.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday was a unexpectedly crazy day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brian (he is a missionary, he is the one with 5 kids under 7, I might have messed up that age before, but Julie is 7) told me that there were some kids in their program (Hope Alive!) that were from the deaf school.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So Dorothy (who is a Ugandan that works for Hope Alive!) took me to the deaf school because she has been their contact.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went via public, taking a taxi (remember that is actually van that runs like a bus) to the school…in the pouring rain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We waited about an hour to talk to the headmistress.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told her about my project and she seemed skeptical.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not sure exactly what she is skeptical about, but she sure seemed it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Skeptical that she will be able to help me?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That I can do this research project?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know, but after some convincing she agreed to meet with me next week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So that is the plan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So shortly after I got home, I got another call from Brian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He invited me to dinner with his family at a restaurant in Garden City (the mall).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sorry, I don’t remember the name of the restaurant, but I remember that its theme was Native Americans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No joke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It had a ton of things for kids to do – two trampolines, a kids movie playing, three videogame consoles, places to color, and probably more.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So needless to say it’s a great restaurant for a family with 5 energetic kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had a cheeseburger and chips (French fries).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I need to tell you about the horrible realization that I had during this meal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have forgotten what American Heinz ketchup tastes like.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is how I know: Heinz ketchup is hard to find in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but I’d had it a couple of times and noticed that it was good, but just a little bit off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But yesterday, the ketchup tasted normal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I have forgotten the taste of ketchup!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I would take Ugandan Heinz ketchup any day over what is much more common: Top Up, the common “equivalent” is actually tomato-flavored water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is Abby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is two.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And she pretty much always looks like this, even when she’s not on a trampoline.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJCrltz503I/AAAAAAAAABk/mtKf9xYK0uE/s1600-h/DSC_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJCrltz503I/AAAAAAAAABk/mtKf9xYK0uE/s320/DSC_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228867831817950066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is a picture of Brian and the youngest two kids, Emily and Christian, who are both 1 year old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are climbing out of the enclosed trampoline.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJCqjqqSkjI/AAAAAAAAABc/0Q6_Tfm3544/s1600-h/DSC_0545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJCqjqqSkjI/AAAAAAAAABc/0Q6_Tfm3544/s320/DSC_0545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228866697100956210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So today has been incredibly low key.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I went to the bank and bought airtime for my cell phone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But for the rest of the day I have been working on my research and reading for pleasure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pineapple is so much better here; it is a lot sweeter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had it with ice cream tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ice cream was vanilla, strawberry, and lime flavored.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was actually a really good combination.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that’s it for tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow looks like it will be another eventful day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And a shout out to Grandpa – get better so I can come visit in September (I love you too Grandma)!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-8224112872973041831?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/8224112872973041831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=8224112872973041831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/8224112872973041831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/8224112872973041831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/07/heinz-ketchup.html' title='Heinz Ketchup'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SJCrltz503I/AAAAAAAAABk/mtKf9xYK0uE/s72-c/DSC_0549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-3000345328543474855</id><published>2008-07-27T17:11:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T17:17:48.947+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is the moment you have all been waiting for…today’s restaurant was I Love New York Kitchen!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am totally serious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is a restaurant that serves pizza, bagels, milkshakes, burgers, and everything else American.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is on the ground floor of the parking garage at the mall, Garden City.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It has outdoor seating, which means you are sitting in the parking garage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went with a big group of people. First the family, parents: Brian and Renee, kids: Julianne, Hannah, Abby, Emily, and Christian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then three other people approximately my age, Kate (in the middle in the photo below), Jenny (on the right), and GJ (he took the picture).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Kate leaves tomorrow morning after being in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for 8 months, so we took her back to her apartment to say bye and take all of her remaining American candy sent from home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got gummy worms and a Symphony bar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIyDAocUBWI/AAAAAAAAABU/cDVKCmirjD4/s1600-h/DSC_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIyDAocUBWI/AAAAAAAAABU/cDVKCmirjD4/s320/DSC_0538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227697314349712738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Church was also good this morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We sang one Happening song (I will call upon the Lord) which was a nice reminder of home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A remarkable number of people there remembered my name, but since Ugandans speak softly out of respect, I never learned their names in the first place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ugandans are incredibly welcoming though; they always, always say “You are most welcome” especially the first few times you visit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Brian preached; the sermon was an hour long.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not joking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And we were so squished in the pews that a Ugandan girl was practically on my lap.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I only heard about half of the sermon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight consists of leftover soup and working on my research.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Any company online would be greatly appreciated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-3000345328543474855?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/3000345328543474855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=3000345328543474855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/3000345328543474855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/3000345328543474855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/07/most-welcome.html' title='Most Welcome'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIyDAocUBWI/AAAAAAAAABU/cDVKCmirjD4/s72-c/DSC_0538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-2631220000246680017</id><published>2008-07-26T19:35:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T20:14:33.239+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope Alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I went to the Hope Alive! Saturday club.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hope Alive! is a sponsorship program for Ugandan kids living in poor neighborhoods, which seem to be called slums here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They feed, clothe, and pay the education fees for these children.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Saturday program is breakfast, playing, Bible study, a mini class, and lunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spent pretty much the whole time observing and taking pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I have said before, nothing makes me happier than taking pictures of children, especially when they are playing outside in the sunlight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I plan on going back to help out for the rest of my Saturdays here.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SItZkQ52DCI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ntpk4MdPraw/s1600-h/DSC_0408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SItZkQ52DCI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ntpk4MdPraw/s320/DSC_0408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227370272041339938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SItX-ZHjfqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0tnYgKPzpZU/s1600-h/DSC_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SItX-ZHjfqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0tnYgKPzpZU/s320/DSC_0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227368521899671202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SItbLLWMM9I/AAAAAAAAABM/aPt2dvaR6IU/s1600-h/DSC_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SItbLLWMM9I/AAAAAAAAABM/aPt2dvaR6IU/s320/DSC_0534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227372040076145618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have finally learned more about the Ugandan food I have been eating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Check out the picture I took of my plate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the very top of the plate is shredded cabbage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, going clockwise, is rice covered in g-nut sauce.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is a peanut sauce (they are called ground nuts here), that actually looks much more lavender in real life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next are beans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then a piece of Irish potato (there is one other type of potato in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; but I don’t know what it’s called and Irish is definitely better), and finally posho (which kinda blends in with the cabbage).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Posho is made from cassava and has absolutely no taste whatsoever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You have to mix it with the other food on your plate. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All of the Ugandan children eat all of the food on the plates with their hands.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My portion was actually a bit smaller than what is given to the children (I was given a “muzungo portion”) because a lot of these kids will only eat the breakfast and lunched provided on Saturdays.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tune in tomorrow to hear about the restaurant I am going to after church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been hearing about this place since the day I got here…but you’ll have to wait until tomorrow to find out what it is!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-2631220000246680017?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/2631220000246680017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=2631220000246680017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/2631220000246680017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/2631220000246680017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-today-i-went-to-hope-alive.html' title='Hope Alive!'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SItZkQ52DCI/AAAAAAAAABE/Ntpk4MdPraw/s72-c/DSC_0408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-1171528758954939429</id><published>2008-07-26T00:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:15:18.945+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza, chocolate, and American movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was another packed day in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I always dread the days I begin without plans, but I am always pleasantly surprised.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spent the afternoon doing internet research about people I want to interview.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I found an amazing website that lists all the contact information, including mobile number and e-mail, for all the Members of Parliament in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is really amazing because 4 of them specifically represent persons with disabilities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And one of them is the first deaf member of Ugandan parliament, and I have been reading about him since this whole project started.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he is in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, so hopefully I will be able to meet him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This evening John and Cindy had three young women that work for Focus over for dinner, Joy, Gabrielle, and Audrey.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spent some time with them; they are incredibly nice.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Talking to Audrey was also really helpful because she is finishing a master’s thesis on NGOs so she gave me her opinion about what she doesn’t like about the NGOs in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and also the common perception of disabled individuals in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, I went over the Brian and Renee’s house for dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have five kids under the age of seven.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Friday night is movie and pizza night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So we had homemade pizza (the crust was made from the Giordano’s recipe) and watched the movie Royal Wedding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once the kids went to bed, it was time for the double feature; we watched Runaway Jury and ate homemade chocolate ice cream, but unfortunately the power goes out a lot in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; so the cream was a bit spoiled.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most Ugandans don’t like chocolate, so this meal was 100% American.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I wasn’t dropped off until almost &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt;!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(The latest I have been out since I got here was about &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="17"&gt;5:00 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt;.)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a really fun night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During the past two weeks I have heard a lot about one of the projects here called Hope Alive.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It focuses on helping orphaned children and fragile families.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I am going to the Saturday program tomorrow to help out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They also have two deaf children that are part of the program, but the good news is that they think one of them is over 18 years old, so I might be able to interview him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That would be too good to be true.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-1171528758954939429?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/1171528758954939429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=1171528758954939429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/1171528758954939429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/1171528758954939429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/07/pizza-chocolate-and-american-movies.html' title='Pizza, chocolate, and American movies'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-7998603748583209117</id><published>2008-07-24T21:14:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:15:30.897+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday and today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday (July 23), Sam, Alice, and their nine-month-old Timothy came over to the house for dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sam works for FOCUS and &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; is a textile designer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a really wonderful evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Timothy and I played (surprise, surprise) with a teddy bear and blocks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Alice&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; brought over her sketch and design books from college; she is an incredibly talented artist.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was a very productive day for my BA thesis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I worked on most of the internet things that I needed to do before heading out to start interviewing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mainly, I googled the organizations that I learned about at the conference last week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Jenny (the very first missionary I met at &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Baptist&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Church&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;) helped me find them all on the map and figure out how to get there via public, as it’s called.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I also walked to UNAD today, but no one was really there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I borrowed the enormous USL dictionary they have there (different from the one that was mailed to me) and went on my way.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I ended up taking a 2 hour walk, circling the entire neighborhood I live in (Kololo).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was great because I passed by NGOs that are applicable to my research that I had never heard of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are a ridiculous number of NGOs in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I won’t have time to visit all of the NGOs specifically for disabled people; there are just too many.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I will make it to the important ones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am going to go to sleep early.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was woken up this morning by two girls, Hannah and Abbie, that are six(?) and two years old (there are three more kids in the family, all under the age of nine).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their mother stopped by to talk to Cindy, and she told me that her husband has a contact at a deaf school and he has already agreed to meet with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So that will be good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for all of the continued support via e-mails, facebook, blogs, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You can’t imagine what a difference it makes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-7998603748583209117?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/7998603748583209117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=7998603748583209117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/7998603748583209117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/7998603748583209117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-and-today.html' title='Yesterday and today'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-1396439542362369345</id><published>2008-07-22T22:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:18:35.031+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today was a very, very low-key day because my stomach was acting up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was inevitable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I am fine, I just needed to stay where I knew there was a bathroom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing unique to &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I just read a novel and told myself that soon I would work on my research.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So it’s &lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="22"&gt;10:30 pm&lt;/st1:time&gt; and I should get started any minute now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I did take a walk today to go to an atm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, if you can afford it, you have to hire a house lady.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is considered giving back to the community.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So Deborah did my laundry; she washes the clothes, hangs them to dry outside, and then irons them thoroughly to kill the things that got on the clothes while they were drying.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I went to get money to pay Deborah.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And on that walk I took some picture of where I am staying and the surrounding streets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cindy and John (and I) live on the left side of the house (when you are facing it, like in the picture below).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The large window on the second floor is my room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I just realized that it is covered by the tree in the picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodnight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIY9mLnbbvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AkGYnvz5SN8/s1600-h/DSC_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIY9mLnbbvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AkGYnvz5SN8/s320/DSC_0257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225932143772528370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIY73Nq6IDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CR_8dYKFXUQ/s1600-h/DSC_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIY73Nq6IDI/AAAAAAAAAAs/CR_8dYKFXUQ/s320/DSC_0253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225930237358514226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-1396439542362369345?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/1396439542362369345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=1396439542362369345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/1396439542362369345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/1396439542362369345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/07/lazy-tuesday.html' title='Lazy Tuesday'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIY9mLnbbvI/AAAAAAAAAA0/AkGYnvz5SN8/s72-c/DSC_0257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-2832265804972194342</id><published>2008-07-21T23:36:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:55:02.712+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus and photographs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I went with John and Cindy (the couple I live with) to Focus, which is the organization they work for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So this is what I learned: John and Cindy are missionaries sent by the mission organization World Venture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But they knew about Focus and asked World Venture if that could be their project in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Focus is run by Ugandans and caters to helping students grow in their faith and become young adults.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you want to know more about it, go to &lt;a href="http://focusuganda.org/"&gt;http://focusuganda.org/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went to morning devotions, which was all of us telling the highs and lows of the week and which Bible passage had spoken to us during the week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I said that getting my research started was a high and homesickness was a low . . . and that God was teaching me patience and how to endure challenging situations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thankfully, they did not point out the fact that I did not mention a Bible verse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then they sang two African songs, I think one was in Luganda and one in Swahili.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were the most beautiful songs I have ever heard.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They all harmonized and improvised; I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cindy took some video and she is going to make me a copy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next, I went to the home of Beatrice and Vincent on the Focus compound.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Vincent is the director of Focus and his wife got her masters in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in family and marriage counseling (he was also getting a degree, but I don’t know what it was).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have two children, Stephen, 3 ½, and Zoë, almost 2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stephen is autistic and the family just got back from the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; getting him help.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I played for the whole morning and took a couple hundred pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nothing makes me happier than taking pictures of children playing outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Beatrice made breakfast, African pancakes made with bananas instead of sugar.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were really good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Beatrice was also great to talk to because she is the first Ugandan I’ve met that understands how hard it is to be living in a different culture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIT2vfK_qYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PcuU5bo8h9w/s1600-h/DSC_0140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIT2vfK_qYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PcuU5bo8h9w/s320/DSC_0140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225572763338516866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIT1HncEJeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7uDlAItJZTc/s1600-h/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIT1HncEJeI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7uDlAItJZTc/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225570978851202530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then I had lunch back at Focus headquarters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time I was able to learn the names of what I have been eating for the past week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Matoke is mashed plantains (bananas) and tastes/feels a lot like pashed potatoes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Also, there was posho, which is a maize/cornmeal paste-like food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is not as good as matoke.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both are mixed with whatever meat or bean dish is served with the meal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today we had a beef stew type thing, plus a cabbage salad and very small bananas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After lunch, I went to another house on the compound to meet Elaine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is 2 and hard-of-hearing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She had two hearing aids, but one fell in water and the other shattered.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So they have to buy new ones (they are very expensive) and have to stop speech therapy until she gets them again.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her father asked me lots of questions about cochlear implants, and luckily we learned about them in ASL class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once we got back home, I promptly fell asleep until dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tonight, I have been brainstorming places to visit for my research and chatting online.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow will be more laid back, including exploring, shopping, and picture-taking.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One random last thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A couple days ago, a (hearing) law student asked me if I was for McCain or Obama.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was VERY excited to learn that I live &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="18"&gt;6ish&lt;/st1:time&gt; blocks from his house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A lot of people here support him and are very excited at the prospect of his presidency.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-2832265804972194342?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/2832265804972194342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=2832265804972194342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/2832265804972194342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/2832265804972194342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/07/focus-and-photographs.html' title='Focus and photographs'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIT2vfK_qYI/AAAAAAAAAAk/PcuU5bo8h9w/s72-c/DSC_0140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-8921380012290715365</id><published>2008-07-20T21:10:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T21:45:17.173+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lugogo Baptist Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another busy day in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Lugogo&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Baptist&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Church&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; this morning, which is different from the Baptist church I went to last Sunday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was meeting some of the mission girls that are around my age, plus I knew some Ugandans that attend that church.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had been warned before I got here about Ugandan’s concept of time, but I still haven’t begun to get used to it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I was getting dropped off at church and others in the car were going to church elsewhere, I arrived early at about &lt;st1:time hour="10" minute="35"&gt;10:35&lt;/st1:time&gt; for an &lt;st1:time hour="11" minute="0"&gt;11:00&lt;/st1:time&gt; service.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have Bible study/Sunday school that starts at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="10"&gt;10:00&lt;/st1:time&gt;, so I thought I would go join the young adult group.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, I was the first one there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few people came shortly, including Robert, who I learned was one of the three original contacts given to me by Ben’s dad’s friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I didn’t contact him, but I met him anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We started at &lt;st1:time minute="45" hour="10"&gt;10:45&lt;/st1:time&gt; and people wandered in until &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="11"&gt;11:00&lt;/st1:time&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The service didn’t start until &lt;st1:time minute="15" hour="11"&gt;11:15&lt;/st1:time&gt; and the people I was meeting came at &lt;st1:time minute="20" hour="11"&gt;11:20&lt;/st1:time&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a great way to meet Ugandans in the community.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After church, I went with Megan and Kate, who are missionaries around my age, but they are leaving this week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We met up with other missionaries they know at a restaurant called Sam’s in town.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were only three Ugandan dishes on the whole menu; most of the food was Western or Indian.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then we went to Garden City, the local mall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The group of us went cosmic bowling.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not kidding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were only six lanes, but it looked like any bowling alley in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I learned that cosmic bowling is really hard to photograph, but this should give the general idea.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIOGVnQe7tI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HQvSyFXCP4k/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIOGVnQe7tI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HQvSyFXCP4k/s200/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225167698553401042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIODblYtF4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zv3lT5_I1T0/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIODblYtF4I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Zv3lT5_I1T0/s200/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225164502595344258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That is a picture of me laughing because I got a gutter ball.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I did get two strikes, believe it or not.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other option besides bowling was ice skating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But not on ice, on plastic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Again, I am not kidding.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People were skating with real skates on plastic that is like the top of an air hockey table.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It looked completely normal, but then you remembered that it was 80 degrees and they were skating on plastic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After that I cam home and had dinner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow I am going with the couple I live with to Focus, which is the mission organization they work for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am going to devotions in the morning during which there probably will be traditional Ugandan singing, so I am very excited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then, I am going to meet a Ugandan woman and her children that are affiliated with Focus. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of the sons is Autistic and they need someone to play with him, so I am going, ready to play.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is also a deaf two-year-old in the building that I will meet either tomorrow or in the future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am excited about the upcoming week because I am planning on exploring &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; both for research and for pleasure.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am going to go to the surprisingly numerous organizations that work with the disabled in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; to interview people there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It will be really good to see more of the city, and I am itching to take lots of pictures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-8921380012290715365?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/8921380012290715365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=8921380012290715365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/8921380012290715365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/8921380012290715365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/07/lugogo-baptist-church.html' title='Lugogo Baptist Church'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/SIOGVnQe7tI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HQvSyFXCP4k/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-8136624715697438417</id><published>2008-07-19T23:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:41:34.340+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Disability Conference, Sugar, and Volleyball</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday (Friday, the 18&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;) was a really rewarding day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I went to a conference on AIDS and disability with &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and Barry, who thankfully is hearing and speaks English.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The whole event was in English and interpreted into USL, but it was helpful in communicating with &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is one of the nicest people I’ve met here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She grabs my hand when we cross the street.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keep in mind that crossing the street is no easy feat here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The most helpful part of the conference was the handout that included a list of acronyms of all the organizations that focus on disability and/or HIV/AIDS in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I am making plans to visit these other organizations within the next 2 weeks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As part of the conference, we were given lunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All of the times that I have had Ugandan trips two things are true: it is a buffet so I am able to try everything, but also, I am with deaf people, so I still don’t know the English words for the food.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Random observation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sugar is different here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The grains are much larger, so you can feel it crunching when you eat a brownie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not a big fan.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On the other hand, sugar improves soda.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, soda is made with corn syrup, but here it is made with real sugar which is much better.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today (Saturday, the 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;) was a surprisingly busy day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes the days you think will drag because there’s nothing to do become the fullest and fastest days of all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I slept in until 10 and ate lunch and read until mid-afternoon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then Liz, a missionary that usually works in southern &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, stopped by the place I am staying to visit and use the internet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We ended up talking all afternoon and she invited me to a volleyball game at the house of yet another missionary family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Youth from &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Lugogo&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Baptist&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Church&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; play volleyball everyday Saturday night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have learned that, in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, the word youth describes someone who is not yet married and does not have kids.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So in Liz’s youth group, the youth range from six to thirty years old.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The guys playing volleyball were all in their late teens through late twenties, I would guess.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I watched with the girls, and they taught me about the Ugandan school system.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One girl is studying forestry at a local university and lives at a hostel nearby.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, we followed the children to where they were playing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were nine children of missionaries between the two families on the compound, all under the age of nine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was handed the youngest, (“Who wants a baby?” I’m totally not kidding) and he hung out on my hip the whole night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Christian, who is one year old, would not let anyone else hold him and was very content to observe the playing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After most people left, we were given homemade pizza.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that I haven’t been gone long and haven’t eaten Ugandan food that many times, but I really missed pizza.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And it was a highlight of my day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tonight I am chatting with my mom and Ben while researching organizations that I learned about at the conference yesterday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am finding them on the map and planning routes to get there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am basically creating a scavenger hunt to collect data for my project.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The prize is getting to write the actual BA paper!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I should be on gmail for the majority of my evening/your day tomorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thanks for the continuing notes of encouragement – they are more helpful than you know. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-8136624715697438417?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/8136624715697438417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=8136624715697438417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/8136624715697438417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/8136624715697438417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/07/disability-conference-sugar-and.html' title='Disability Conference, Sugar, and Volleyball'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-5095517885585681262</id><published>2008-07-17T20:42:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T20:44:22.435+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday, 17 July 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello friends, family, and faithful blog readers,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This morning I headed to UNAD for the first time all by myself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walked there from where I’m staying, which took about 25 minutes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I learned that if I walk on the side of the road in the opposite direction of traffic, fewer men on &lt;i style=""&gt;boda bodas&lt;/i&gt; (mopeds, a main form of public transportation) will yell &lt;i style=""&gt;muzungo&lt;/i&gt; and want to give me a ride.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They like to drive white people because they think they can charge more (and they usually can).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I went in today knowing that today I would meet &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, the coordinator for HIV/AIDS training and education (Her real title is &lt;span class="bodysubtitles2"&gt;Program Officer for Gender and Theatre coordinator, but they educate using theater).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you want to see her picture, go to &lt;a href="http://unadug.net/general/secretariat.php"&gt;http://unadug.net/general/secretariat.php&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other people you can see on that page that I have gotten to know are Joseph (my contact from before I got to Uganda, he’s actually in charge I think because Alex Ndeezi is the first deaf member of parliament and I doubt that he’s in the UNAD office often), Deborah (who was actually the first person to respond to my original batch of e-mails back in January), Noah (who likes to point out when ASL signs are the same as USL and encourages me to keep learning USL), and Olivia (who interpreted for me today even though she just meant to stop by and say hi). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So Deborah introduced me to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; doesn’t know any ASL, and I don’t know much USL. But Olivia volunteered to interpret.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I expected that I would ask questions, but Deborah started talking about the programs and talked for an hour and a half.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She confirmed a lot of my predictions about the similarities of American and Ugandan Deaf cultures.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, as in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, deaf with a lower-case d describes someone that can’t hear and Deaf with a capital D describes a culture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; invited me to four or five conferences on the education (about HIV/AIDS or in general? I don’t know) for people with disabilities in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first one is tomorrow and held in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, so I am going, bright and early. The others require travel to other regions of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and are longer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t seem to convince &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florence&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; that I would rather for to the 3-day conference than the week-long one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She said I could share a hotel room with her.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Luckily, tomorrow’s conference is only one day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Once I left UNAD, I took a long walk that was half practical and half exploratory.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walked for about 45 minutes along Lugogo By-Pass (yes, I know the names of a couple streets in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; even though street signs are uncommon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sleep with a map under my pillow).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I then went shopping at Game, which is like Target. I bought disposable cameras for taking to the areas that are more risky to bring a camera and pens and notebooks, because despite my mother’s advice, I only brought one of each and promptly lost both.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And speaking of my mom, I then bought phone minutes so I could talk to my mom for the first time since I got here!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This evening consisted of that much-needed chat, as well as dinner and brainstorming ways to change my BA project based on what I have already learned and the resources to which I will have access.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I intend to be on gmail for another few hours and then a good night sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel one hundred times better since writing yesterday’s blog entry because of all of the encouraging notes I have gotten from so many of you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But you set the bar high, my friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keep that in mind.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tomorrow (Friday) I will be on gmail for most of the day; the conference ends at &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="14"&gt;14:00&lt;/st1:time&gt; (which is &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="7"&gt;7:00 am&lt;/st1:time&gt; for Ben and for East Coast family members, and &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="18"&gt;6:00&lt;/st1:time&gt; for everyone else).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So I expect to hear from you all bright and early.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keep in mind that Katie Bailey got a gmail account just so she could chat with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Keep me posted about your adventures in the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-5095517885585681262?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/5095517885585681262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=5095517885585681262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/5095517885585681262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/5095517885585681262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/07/thursday-17-july-2008.html' title='Thursday, 17 July 2008'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8531578341861340134.post-687421372204500924</id><published>2008-07-16T23:39:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:41:00.209+03:00</updated><title type='text'>first week in Kampala</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I left &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; Thursday afternoon (July 10) and flew into &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Brussels&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, where I had a 3 hour layover (&lt;st1:time minute="30" hour="0"&gt;12:30-3:30 am&lt;/st1:time&gt; &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Illinois&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; time, might I add).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then I flew into &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, arriving on Friday night. I was picked up by a taxi driver sent by the Red Chili Hideaway, the hostel in which I stayed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a pretty nice place and a good price.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They had a restaurant there, which was very helpful in preventing starvation until I worked up the courage to attempt public transportation. I couldn’t sleep that night so I stayed up listening to audio books on my ipod.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Saturday (July 12), I did venture out of the hostel compound to find an atm (no easy feat if you have a mastercard) and a cell phone store.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a successful, but surprisingly tiring adventure. That night, I had dinner with a couple, Dave and Rene, who were passing through &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; on the trip of a lifetime.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They were exploring the cities and bush of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kenya&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Tanzania&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was nice to have the company.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sunday (July 13), I had the Red Chili call me a taxi (called a special hire, the vans that run like buses are called taxis) and my driver and I headed out to attempt to find &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Baptist&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Church&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here’s why: my contact in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; left for a month the day before I arrived (which I found out via her blog).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ben’s father’s friend knows a pastor in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Detroit&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; who was a missionary in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; for many years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The friend got contacts from the pastor, including the pastor of &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Baptist&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Church&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had no idea what time the service would start so I just headed out as soon as I was ready.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well, my driver claimed that he didn’t know where the church was because there are so many Baptist churches in the city.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But he picked one and it was exactly the one I wanted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I walked into the sanctuary about 15 minutes before the early service ended.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, it was held in Luganda, so I couldn’t understand a single work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But fortunately, very few white people attend that service, so I stuck out easily as someone who needed friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(The later service in English was relatively diverse).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the end of the service, a woman (named Jenny) approached me and introduced herself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Long story slightly shorter, she and her husband are long-term missionaries in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and his parents, who were visiting, were missionaries in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Pakistan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And they were all from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Wheaton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I know that &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Wheaton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; is a pretty religious place, but what are the odds?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So they brought me to Sunday school and invited me to their house for lunch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also stayed for the English service, where I was introduced to other missionaries and Ugandans.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Susan, another missionary who has lived in Africa for decades, offered to pick me up, help me check out of Red Chili, let me sleep in her guest room, and drive me to and from UNAD on my first day (I am working with the Uganda National Association of the Deaf, both volunteering and researching for my BA thesis). Needless to say, this was both incredibly generous and incredibly helpful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then yesterday (Tuesday, the 15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;), I moved into another home of missionaries relatively new to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, Cindy and John. It looks like I will be staying here my whole time here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is the PERFECT location because I can walk to everything I need: UNAD (which I didn’t know was within walking distance when I agreed to live with them), ShopRite (groceries, milk is sold in bags), Game (sort of like a Target), an atm of the only bank in Uganda I can use, a mobile phone store and numerous roadside stands where I can buy phone minutes, and the place to catch a taxi (like a bus stop, but unmarked) to go anywhere in the city.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the BEST part of living here is that they have internet in their house (most of the time). In &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, the power goes out very frequently, between every other day and every four-ish days, depending on the neighborhood in which you live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When the power is out, the internet does not work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So Monday was the first day that I went to UNAD.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I arrived mid-morning to the most pleasant surprise: a number of people who work for UNAD know American Sign Language, which makes communication much easier.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I signed with a weird mixture of ASL and Ugandan Sign Language, and they continually taught me knew words in USL.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This actually developed into a type of game where we tried to think of and use as many words as we could that were the same in ASL and USL.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Two of the men took me out to lunch at a Ugandan restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly, I have no idea what I ate because they labeled all of the food on my plate in USL, so I don’t know the English words yet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One thing about Ugandans, they stare. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And the sight of a &lt;i style=""&gt;muzungo&lt;/i&gt; (the word meaning white person that is constantly yelled at me by people on the street) and two deaf Africans must have been quite the sight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because everyone wanted to watch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While in the office before and after lunch, I chatted with two of the employees and read through a different USL dictionary than the one I had been sent that was much more complete.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am going back tomorrow (Thursday) to meet with the woman who does the HIV/AIDS education for UNAD.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today (Wednesday, July 16), I went with the first missionary family I met at church into town, the heart of &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;. They drove over to where I am staying and we took public transportation from there, so I could learn how to do it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Public transportation is crazy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They pack 13-14 people into a van and drive into town.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The people get off right before the taxi enters the taxi park because it can take 1-2 hours to get in there, even though they right by it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although there is an organization to the madness of the taxi park, you would never know it at first glance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Google image: taxi park &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Kampala&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to fabric stores and Aweno, a used-goods market. Stuff that is made in &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt; often has “made in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;” written on it because they think that makes products more appealing. The center of town is very crowded and you bump into 90% of the people around you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And more staring and shouts of “&lt;i style=""&gt;muzungo&lt;/i&gt;.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But everyone was really friendly and eager to engage us in conversation.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So that’s pretty much everything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I promise that none of my future posts will be this long.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please keep in touch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do feel pretty disconnected from everyone and nights are a bit lonely, especially when the power goes out and I read all night by flashlight (stupid jetlag).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But please don’t send e-mail with any large attachments because Ugandan internet just can’t handle it. I have a gmail account, sarahmarguerite@gmail.com, that I use to instant message. Once I have my schedule more set, I will post when I plan on being online and ready to chat. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Omukwaano (love), Sarah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8531578341861340134-687421372204500924?l=sarahinkampala.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/feeds/687421372204500924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8531578341861340134&amp;postID=687421372204500924' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/687421372204500924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8531578341861340134/posts/default/687421372204500924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarahinkampala.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-week-in-kampala.html' title='first week in Kampala'/><author><name>Sarah Marguerite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07892795227422387977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_khN0zmxiBBc/TOBzA7lEJhI/AAAAAAAAARo/xg0oYbZXox4/S220/etsy%2Bavatar%2Bheart%2B2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
