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Hello everyone I just got back from spending a week in Boone for an AG Youth camp. It was amazing, the kid’s were amazing, and the pretzels were really amazing. Being at the camp made it hard to work on the second installment of my Adventures in Africa; I apologies for not thinking ahead far enough to prepare one before left. With out any further wordy introduction…here is day one in Uganda.
Adventures in Africa: Day one in Uganda
The Entebbe Airport was small but very clean, gray and reminded me more a multi purpose office building rather than an airport. After going through immigration (I was the first one, just FYI) we waited for our luggage to be unloaded. We spent a while rummaging through the suitcases and boxes looking for our backpacks and boxes of medical supplies. Of course there were a couple of people looking for there luggage longer than others. Ronnie, KK, Josiah, and Joe soon began to realize that there backpacks were not in Uganda with them. After filling out the correct forms with the correct lost-luggage people, we went outside baggage claim to meet the Dr. Larry who was leading the team of doctors we were going to work with. He had brought with him two drivers and two buses, one of which we loaded our luggage and the other ourselves. For the first time we were going to see this country of Uganda we had been preparing to visit for so long.
Our first destination was Kampala to exchange money and get supplies. To get there we had to travel about an hour and 30 minutes on the bus together. One of our team members said that the road to Kampala looked a lot like Brazil. It was very green and lush with jungle like vegetation. There were shops all over the road and almost all of them displayed some sort of Coke sign. Kampala was very developed and very urban. The orphanage we were working in was in a suburb of Kampala called Ceeta (I’m not sure if I am spelling that right) about a 30 minute drive from down town Kampala. We had to take a pretty rough road with pot holes the size of hippos and only one lane to accommodate all traffic.
When we drove up to the orphanage we were very welcomed by the doctors and translators that were already there. The many of the translators and house moms started unloading our packs and supplies for us before we even started. Feeling weird to be served like this, some of us guys politely inserted ourselves into the train of people carrying the luggage. Once that was done we started helping the team tie up mosquito nets around the beds.
We got about three houses done when we decided to call it for the day and get to know the kids. Some of us were throwing (or kicking) balls around, some were playing ring-around-the-rosy type games while others of us had no idea what we were doing and just tried to look like we were spending time with the kids. Something I wasn’t expecting what happened next. A group of about nine kids started to sing songs right there. One of the kids was leading the songs and everyone else followed. In a couple of minutes every orphan was joining in this time of worship. No PA, no instrument, just voices clapping, dancing and drums. I had never experienced anything like it.
Hello everyone I just got back from spending a week in Boone for an AG Youth camp. It was amazing, the kid’s were amazing, and the pretzels were really amazing. Being at the camp made it hard to work on the second installment of my Adventures in Africa; I apologies for not thinking ahead far enough to prepare one before left. With out any further wordy introduction…here is day one in Uganda.
Adventures in Africa: Day one in Uganda
The Entebbe Airport was small but very clean, gray and reminded me more a multi purpose office building rather than an airport. After going through immigration (I was the first one, just FYI) we waited for our luggage to be unloaded. We spent a while rummaging through the suitcases and boxes looking for our backpacks and boxes of medical supplies. Of course there were a couple of people looking for there luggage longer than others. Ronnie, KK, Josiah, and Joe soon began to realize that there backpacks were not in Uganda with them. After filling out the correct forms with the correct lost-luggage people, we went outside baggage claim to meet the Dr. Larry who was leading the team of doctors we were going to work with. He had brought with him two drivers and two buses, one of which we loaded our luggage and the other ourselves. For the first time we were going to see this country of Uganda we had been preparing to visit for so long.
Our first destination was Kampala to exchange money and get supplies. To get there we had to travel about an hour and 30 minutes on the bus together. One of our team members said that the road to Kampala looked a lot like Brazil. It was very green and lush with jungle like vegetation. There were shops all over the road and almost all of them displayed some sort of Coke sign. Kampala was very developed and very urban. The orphanage we were working in was in a suburb of Kampala called Ceeta (I’m not sure if I am spelling that right) about a 30 minute drive from down town Kampala. We had to take a pretty rough road with pot holes the size of hippos and only one lane to accommodate all traffic.
When we drove up to the orphanage we were very welcomed by the doctors and translators that were already there. The many of the translators and house moms started unloading our packs and supplies for us before we even started. Feeling weird to be served like this, some of us guys politely inserted ourselves into the train of people carrying the luggage. Once that was done we started helping the team tie up mosquito nets around the beds.
We got about three houses done when we decided to call it for the day and get to know the kids. Some of us were throwing (or kicking) balls around, some were playing ring-around-the-rosy type games while others of us had no idea what we were doing and just tried to look like we were spending time with the kids. Something I wasn’t expecting what happened next. A group of about nine kids started to sing songs right there. One of the kids was leading the songs and everyone else followed. In a couple of minutes every orphan was joining in this time of worship. No PA, no instrument, just voices clapping, dancing and drums. I had never experienced anything like it.
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