Taking Something Back

5/8/14 – 15/8/14

It’s been another whirlwind of emotions and exertions. It’s been a while since a week like this has taken its toll on my physical, mental, and emotional well-being but I’m still here and ready to embark on the next week’s adventures in this life of a Peace Corps Volunteer.

The craziness began on Tuesday August 5th when I left my site to go to Nakaseke for the weekly radio segment. I had a meeting with a Ugandan man and his daughter at the NB Hotel in Wobulenzi at 3pm. As I mentioned in an earlier blog post, his daughter had won a scholarship to study Computer Engineering in Oklahoma University. She was slated to leave by Sunday but both she and her father wanted to speak to me in order to field some questions about America and college life. I explained to her the basic curriculum of an engineering major, how different the seasons were like, the crazy culture of college students who are exploring their identities and pushing their limits, the rigors of classes, the freedom, how expensive things were, what an internship was, the concept of a green card, and the importance of surrounding oneself with good friends. It felt really good to know that there was a Ugandan student who had worked her way through the education system to eventually have the opportunity to study in a good university and obtain an in-demand degree today.

I then explained to her that if she completes her studies, then she would be able to get many job offers simply because she would be a woman, minority with a Bachelors Degree in Computer Engineering. I then bid farewell to both her and her father and made my way to Nakaseke for the radio show.

He show in Nakaseke was about transportation differences between Uganda and the United States. I explained that the takisi and boda boda system worked in Uganda because people lived so spread out in hard-to-reach places in the middle-of-nowhere sub-counties. Halfway through the show, the power went out so we recorded the second half on Peter’s recorder so that he could play it back when the power returned. I traveled to Nakaseke PTC, made dinner with Rebekah, and then slept.

I had to wake up early on Wednesday because I needed to be at the Peace Corps Headquarters (PCHQ) by 10am in order to make the shuttle to the US Ambassador’s house for the new groups’ swearing-in. I got into Kampala early and got to the PCHQ in time to talk to some staff members and pick up the kitenge drawstring bags that were the gift from Peer Support Network (PSN) to the new group of volunteers.

A bunch of us PCV Trainers attended the swearing-in ceremony which was crazy for me because I thought back to my Swearing-Inown group’s swearing-in when we were the newbies. I smiled when I saw the trainees arrive, clad in their locally made outfits from their different regions. They also seemed a bit dirtier than when I first saw them in Kulika a few months ago. It was a funny swearing-in ceremony with a lot of speakers who just killed it like an open mic session in Kampala. The funniest speech by far was by the Ugandan representative from the Ministry of Education and Sports who just kept talking and talking despite the threat of storm clouds, and at one point in his speech said, “Yes! Please develop us. Please give us the help and development.” My guess is that he didn’t read the book Dead Aid.

On the other hand, one of the most poignant speeches came from the US Embassy Representative charge d’affaires who was an RPCV two decades ago in an East Asian country. She talked about her time in the Peace Corps and how she didn’t have any eye-opening epiphanies or find herself or become this wise and enlightened person. She stated that the biggest thing that she learned was just to try and understand the person in front of her. She literally meant that her biggest victory of the day was getting the person in front of her to understand what she wanted to convey. She ended her speech by saying, “Each and every one of you gave up something to be here in the Peace Corps; take something back with you.”

Before I knew it the new Health, Agribusiness, and GHSP trainees were sworn-in as Peace Corps volunteers and we added 53 new members to our family. While the newly sworn-in volunteers congratulated each other and posed for pictures, I went straight for the free finger foods of teriyaki chicken on a stick, fish puffs, bruschetta, fish sticks, spring rolls, all-you-can drink juice/soda, and Godiva chocolate. I gorged myself on food that tasted like they were filled with preservatives which meant that they were probably from America and not from the local villages. I then doled out the kitenge drawstring bags to the new PCVs and headed back to PCHQ.

There was a small celebration with a few of the PCV trainers, Ugandan trainers, and PC staff at PCHQ. This time there was alcohol, so I was able to eat more good food like cold pasta salad, drink beers and wine, and dance with the Country Director and the Ugandan language training staff. At some point as I was being driven back to the Annex, I was drunkenly cracking jokes in Luganda with my language trainers and most likely gave one of them an extra kitenge bag.

Thursday was an errands day in Kampala. I took the morning shuttle from the Annex to PCHQ where I had a discussion with the Safety and Security Officer and Director of Programming and Training about doing a video for a Coffee Camp in Kasese from August 17 – 23.

Camp Description Excerpt:

“The camp’s objective is to encourage Bukonzo youth to grow their leadership abilities and to equip them with the tools to more fully contribute to the economic development of their family and support their community’s development through agriculture. Two youth, one male and one female will be elected by each of Bukonzo Joint’s 33 washing stations scattered around the remote foothills of the Rwenzori Mountains. The 66 youth will attend a week-long camp to encourage a better understanding of how they can contribute to their family’s coffee farms and the opportunities that exist in employment in the coffee value chain.”

I agreed to do the video, but was worried because my skills were extremely amateur. I only did video in order to help bolster my blog and projects here in the Peace Corps and on occasion help other volunteers with their own projects. I felt that I did not have the skill nor the means to create an amazing video that Peace Corps desired because that wasn’t my job, but I felt that it would be an adventure and learning experience.

A Peace Corps vehicle then drove me and two other PCVs to the Lweza Training Center where the recently sworn-in PCVs were still having an extra full day of training sessions. As representatives of PSN, we sold t-shirts in order to make more money for PSN so that more merchandise and goods could be sold to Peace Corps Volunteers. The vehicle then drove us back to the Annex. It was around this time that I noticed that my body was dragging and that I had a weird tickle in my throat. I dismissed it and decided just to take a nap. Later that night when a bunch of us PCV’s in Kampala ate out at Ari Rang, the Korean restaurant, I started to feel very sick and exhausted.

When I went to bed that night, I had the worst headache imaginable and would experience waves of extreme heat followed by intense chills. It didn’t help that the last thing that I read before going to bed were the symptoms of Ebola and how they correlated with everything that I was feeling at that moment. Funnily enough those symptoms are also usually experienced by almost all PCV’s on a daily basis. After a sleepless night, I decided to take advantage of being in Kampala and returned to PCHQ to visit the Peace Corps Medical Office (PCMO). I got checked up by one of the Ugandan medical officers who told me that there was nothing wrong with me and that I should just rest, drink fluids, and take ibuprofen. Even my stool and blood samples tested normally.

Lake BunyonyiI chilled for the rest of the day, and took it easy. I also started feeling significantly better to the point that I agreed with another PCV friend to go all the way down to Lake Bunyonyi in Kabale in southwest Uganda for the weekend. So on Saturday I traveled to Kabale on a bus. Honestly, Uganda never ceases to amaze me. For such a small country it has such a diverse array of landscapes. As I passed through Masaka and Mbarara the landscape started to flatten out and I could see the wide expanse of the southwest countryside. As the bus neared Kabale the air suddenly became colder and the bus started to wind its way up the winding roads the led its way up to higher elevation in that region.

When I got off in Kabale I felt that I was in a mountain town, because everything was shrouded in mist, the air was much cooler and crisp, and I could see large hills in the background. I rendezvoused with the other PCV’s who were going to Lake Bunyonyi and we all took a private hire car to the docks leading to Byoona Amagara island. It was late by the time we got to the island, and it was extremely cold. Since it was dark, it was hard to see and there was no electricity on the island other than the common seating area at the top of the hill. Surprisingly, there was good cell phone service, a fully working kitchen and menu, and hot drinks.

We stayed at Lake Bunyonyi until Monday morning and honestly it was a relaxing, yet stressful mini-vacation. I was stillCrayfish getting over my 24 hour bug that I had the day before, and the weather was downright chilly. We ate some locally caught crayfish, explored the breadth of the Byoona Amagara island, swam in the waters by the swimming dock, drank the free tea as the mists gave way to the sunlight over the placid waters, canoed in circles towards the rope swing on another island, and danced in the moonlight by the docks. During this time, we also hung out with this Dutch guy, Mark, from Amsterdam who was finishing up his year of working with an organization in Kampala.

It was cool sharing some stories with him about the places that I’ve visited in Holland, as well as comparing our experiences living thus far in Uganda. We talked about the effects of aid in developing countries, different hostels in Holland (like Bostel Amsterdamse Bos in Amstelveen), the pronunciation of Dutch words like Brood, traveling and backpacking in groups and alone, the concept of legalizing weed, sharing deep stories with strangers, and what we hoped to do with our lives after our time in Uganda. It was very interesting hanging out with Mark because it almost felt like I was meeting a friendly stranger in a European hostel who was willing to just hang out for the weekend simply because you’re forced to make that temporary friendship. It was refreshing after having only hung out with other PCV’s in a group numbering less than 200.

Chilling at Byoona AmagaraOn Monday we decide to head back to Kabale where we ate dinner at this backpacker’s hostel called Edirisa (http://www.edirisa.org/index.php?language=1&cat=130). A handful of us decided to continue to just go back home, so we took the night bus from Kabale to Kampala. Although the ride did seem much shorter due to falling asleep, it was also a bit rough. I felt like I was trapped inside this simultaneously hot and cold enclosure for centuries until I was able to embrace the cool morning air that only a 3am jaunt out in Kampala can give you. Fortunately, one of my PCV friends had a room at the Annex, so I slept on her floor for the morning until it was a more reasonable time to be out.

I left the Annex, made a shirt order for PSN, and then took a takisi from the New Taxi Park to Nakaseke because it was time for me to be on the radio show again. Even I couldn’t believe that I had been gone from site for a whole week and was now ready to do another radio show segment. This time, the segment was about the Education system in Uganda. We specifically discussed the structure of Primary and Grade School in the United States and the equivalent Nursery and Primary School in Uganda. This time the power didn’t go out.

But oh man was dinner a blast that night at the Rebekah household. I had picked up 1kg of Gouda from Mega Standard inCheese Galore Kampala earlier that day for only 15,000/=. We made macaroni and cheese, pasta lasagna, and grilled cheese stuffed with caramelized onions, rosemary, and cinnamon. It was too much cheese for my bowels to handle, but I loved it anyway. Since the water was running at site, I was able to poop in the toilet rather than having to walk a hundred feet to the nearby pit latrines.

The next morning on Wednesday I departed Nakaseke to make my way northwards back up to Rachel’s site in Masindi in order to help her take pictures of Peace by Piece. Peace by Piece is a local organization of Ugandan tailors who make kitenge products and school uniforms and sell them in order to provide for their families. What sets them apart from the average tailor is that they also create specialty items such as bomb-diggity kitenge quilts, kitenge yoga bags, kitenge oven mitts, kitenge aprons, kitenge camera straps, and so many more kitenge merchandise. I made a personal order of a kitenge hoodie and another one of kitenge coozies so that PCV’s can keep their Nile Special Beers cold.

Peace by PieceI ended up doing some much-needed, hardcore chilling with Rachel at her site since I was just exhausted and beat from all of the travelling that I had done. That Wednesday night I just passed out after making Mexican dinner with ground beef and didn’t wake up until noon. Thursday was spent slowly getting ready for the day and walking up to Court View Hotel to meet up with some British volunteers associated with Soft Power and two of the new PCV’s who were stationed in Masindi. We swapped some stories among ourselves, especially some choice quotes from the Facebook group “I Fucking Love Village Science” which shares stories from local Ugandans in our villages who share their own ideas regarding how and why things work. Two of my favorite village facts ones are that a woman who is menstruating must not climb a mango tree because if she does all the mangoes will die, or don’t go out at night because the cannibalistic night dancers will eat you and the only way to avoid them is to dress up like one. My query concerning the latter fact is how you would ever be able to tell apart the normal night dancer from one who is simply attempting to avoid them?

On the way back from Court View there was a small, Ugandan carnival that only cost 1,000/=. We paid through a rippedCircus Ride hole in a white sheet with a mysterious, black hand that took our money and gave us a ticket that was immediately torn up by the gatekeeper who through the ticket halves on the ground. We walked in and were not disappointed; there were street foods, gambling games, market day wares, a muddy dancing area, music videos, and even one of those revolving carousel swing rides. I actually laughed when I saw it because it looked like it would fall apart at a moment’s notice, but Ugandans still chose to ride on it. I entertained the thought of riding it for a hot second, but decided that I valued my life too much to tempt fate depending on rusty metal and loose chains.

On Friday August 15th I rode an express takisi back to Wobulenzi where I did some internet errands at NB Hotel as the rain poured all around. Even though the rain hadn’t stopped, I knew that I just had to make it home. I bought my groceries, picked up my bicycle from the police station, and then biked through the rain and mud until I made it back home. Despite my exhaustion, thirst, hunger, and restlessness I was just desperate to make it back home to a place that I was fully comfortable and familiar with. I missed my linoleum floors, my system of washing dishes, my on-off electricity, my fully-stocked kitchen, my pit latrine, the nearby borehole, my neighbors, and the tiny balongo twins. However, what I missed most was just being home. I just wanted to be in my home here and just be. Despite knowing that I will soon embark on another adventure from my site, I am glad that I was able to spend some time in a place that I call home.

P.S. – During this time, Eastern Camp BUILD and GLOW happened in Mbale. In the middle of the week, the media specialist Jim Tanton proposed to his girlfriend, one of the camp directors Julia Lingham. First of all, the pictures from Jim’s camera are spectacular. I honestly felt sincere joy and happiness seeing the photos and video of Jim proposing to Julia, because for the short time that I have known them I felt that they were a power couple and just good, talented people in the Peace Corps and in this world. It’s times like these that I feel that life is good.

Leisure Time


It’s interesting how different leisure time is viewed here in Uganda. I almost feel guilty whenever I decided to step into my house and watch a tv show, read a book, or take a nap. It almost feels like the world inside my house and the world outside in my village community are two separate planes of existence. Everything feels very American in my house: the way things are structured and how I act. At times I feel as if I’m going out too much in my free time, or just not doing anything productive at all. These are the times when I go out to the clubs, chill with other PCV’s, or decide that I’m gonna take a nap on my bench. However, when I take a step back I realize that I have accomplished a few things during my time here.

I think that one of the biggest differences here is the work ethic. One of the biggest American ideals is the concept of the Protestant work ethic; that working hard is naturally a good thing that will bring about success. Coupled with our natural affinity to take risks and entrepreneurial spirit obstacles are seen as something to be overcome through diligent work and repeated attempts. Here in Uganda, it is common to hear “If God is willing” whenever a problem presents itself. I sometimes feel as if many Ugandans feel that the future is out of their hands and that they can only hope for the best. This stems from living in a developing country where even the hardest working Ugandans might still find themselves living the same life that they’ve always lived, except that they’re just more tired than those who just accepted the hand that they were dealt.

In the United States the phrase “If God is willing” represents a future that is in our hands where the will of God is what we make of it, whereas the will of God for many Ugandans is in His hands alone.

Naturally, in the Cycle of Vulnerability and Adjustment to living in a new culture I am at the stage where I feel the guilt and blame of coming from a culture of affluence and privilege. I already know that feeling bad for myself will accomplish nothing and only be a self-serving attitude. I guess that as I approach the anniversary of my arrival in-country, I feel stuck in-between two worlds: the United States and Uganda. The monthly stipend alone that I receive is three times that of a well-paid Ugandan in a developed village, but it is still less than what an entry-level, salaried engineer makes in a day.

Cycle of Vulnerability and Adjustment

It’s almost as if with every passing day I connect less and less with people back home and I try connect more and more with Uganda. The added difficulty is that the experience of the new has definitely worn off and that I get restless by being confined in one area for too long. I am used to constantly being on the move to see new horizons, but my neighbors, teachers, and students are used to living their whole lives in one area. To my friends back home who complain about no internet for a day, a broken down car, or no one to hang out with at the mall my life is seen as this crazy hardship and adventure; to my fellow Ugandan neighbors, my life is seen as one filled with the luxury to move about as I please and do all of these nice things such as eat in a restaurant, use a laptop with internet on a hill, and bike on a well-maintained bicycle on the dirt roads whenever I need to get to a taxi park.

I try to relax, but I can’t shake the feeling that I could be doing something more. So my leisure time only leads to more worries and anxieties about myself and what I’m doing here. However, I understand that that’s normal and that I just have to deal with it. It’s the life of a Peace Corps Volunteer. I joke about the motto of the Peace Corps: “Life is calling… How far will you go?” At first I thought that it was only about the physical distance traveled to a remote village, but now I realize that is also about the emotional, psychological, and spiritual journey to a world between worlds.

Peer Support and Science Fairs

Peer Support and Science Fairs

31/7/14 – 3/8/14

Once again it was another tiring weekend. I left site on Thursday July 31st in the afternoon to get to Kampala. I get there later, and meet up with Rachel Belkin near the New Taxi Park and Bus Park. The goal was to do some errands associated with the Peer Support Network (PSN) group for Peace Corps Uganda (www.facebook.com/psnuganda) and with Peace by Piece (www.facebook.com/pxpuganda). Peer Support Network is a group within Peace Corps Uganda dedicated to supporting volunteers, creating merchandise, forming media projects, and acting as another support system for Peace Corps Volunteers in-country. Peace by Piece is an organization in Masindi that was started by a Peace Corps Volunteer a few years ago. It empowers the local tailors in Masindi by creating opportunities for them to sell kitenge merchandise such as: satchels, bags, dresses, and quilts. The items are of a higher quality than those sewn by the average tailor, and the proceeds go towards growing the tailors’ business.

As a member of Peer Support Network I had to pick up a special order from a kitenge tailor, make another special order,Screen Prints and then meet up with the t-shirt screen printer near the Old Taxi Park who would be able to make jpg’s into wearable t-shirts. I got two proofs printed out: a black shirt with PCV UGA written on it in the style of RUN DMC’s logo as well as a beige shirt of one of our legendary, older PCV’s riding a gorilla. Rachel had to mail 5 kitenge quilts to the founder of Peace by Piece, but the post office was already closed. It was a hilarious site to see us two muzungus carrying huge bags of kitenge on our head as we walked from the crowded, pickpocket-filled Luwum Street area (the street between the New and the Old Taxi Parks) to the slightly less crowded Kampala-Jinja Road. Honestly, we joked about being two old, Jewish grandmothers since we planned out our day in the city where we would mail some quilts, order specially designed fabrics, meet the nice young man who screen printed t-shirts, and then find a nice place to sit down and order some coffee.

Rachel and I boarded a takisi headed towards Kisementi near Acacia Mall. We got off and made our way to the other hotel frequently used by Peace Corps Volunteers known as City View Hotel. It was so much more luxurious than the New City Annex where I normally stayed. City View Hotel had a nicer, tiled room, a fan, and most importantly a personal bathroom for each bedroom unlike the shared ones at New City Annex. We meet up with Mary and share a room with her before having dinner at Casablanca, an Ethiopian restaurant. I was surprised at how close City View Hotel not only to Acacia Mall, but also to some nearby restaurants as well as Bubbles O’Leary club.

The next plan was to eat some gelato at the mall and drink some rum with it. I wanted to do it old school style and drink the Captain Morgan rum out of a paper bag in one of the restaurant spaces of the mall, but it was way too classy to do that. So we made our way back to the hotel where we drank the rum, shared some stories, and watched YouTube videos with my data since I bought the 1Gb for 2,500/= Orange Internet bundle from midnight to 6am. I watched so many videos and downloaded so many things that I’ve wanted to download for the longest time.

On Friday Rachel and I walked from the hotel to the Peace Corps Headquarters on Kololo Hill which was past the Chinese Embassy. My business there concerned taking stock of the PSN T-shirts that left there by the older members of the group, dropping off the kitenge bags, as well as withdrawing the money from past T-shirt sales so that it could be used to create more merchandise. Incidentally, I also had Peace Corps Volunteers who were chilling at the office to model some of the T-shirt styles for me.

Rachel Looking OutAs a Peace Corps Volunteer in Uganda, I have come to learn that one of the biggest frustrations in-country can be the lack of organization. It’s understandable that that happens in a country where the infrastructure is not as structured as a developed country. Unfortunately, that also translates to the Peace Corps Office since the staff has to work with the existing infrastructure in-country. Sometimes from emails, text messages, and other announcements I wonder whether everyone is on the same page or not. I like to sometimes think that working in the Peace Corps Office would be like being a character in The Office or 30 Rock. I mean, I can just imagine waking up in the morning and getting to the office late because of a traffic jam on the main roads, trying to get a driver to pick up an extremely sick PCV in a remote village, talking to the ambassador about a potential threat, emailing out a new policy to PCV’s who won’t receive for at least a few days since not everyone has internet, changing someone’s site due to a security threat, evacuating PCV’s from an area brewing with tribal conflicts, early terminating a PCV who was caught riding a boda, attending a meeting with the Country Director, planning the Peace Corps 50th Anniversary Celebration, processing new PEPFAR Grant information, and planning out the swearing-in ceremony of the soon-to-be PCV’s. So I can understand why it’s always so hectic in the office.

At the office, I met with one of the Peace Corps Uganda staff Ven who informed me that my translation of “Oh the Places You’ll Go” into the 9 different languages currently spoken by PCV’s in Uganda was on its way to completion, talked to the head of training Mary-Anne who informed me that I could attend the new group’s swearing-in ceremony, talked with a current PCV Jim about the status of the grants for July, and met up with another PCV Meital who asked me if I could help out with a media project for the Peace Corps 50th Anniversary Celebration.

Rachel, being very patient, chilled in the PCV lounge until I was done my errands at the office. The next goal on our checklist as Jewish grandmothers in Kampala was to mail the 5 quilts at the Post Office. We decided that our best bet was to hitch a ride with one of the Peace Corps vans that was headed towards the Kolping Hotel where the GHSP Volunteers were finishing up their training. We picked up the GHSP Volunteers at Mulago Hospital where they were given a lecture and presentation.

We were finally dropped off at Kolping, where Rachel and I took a takisi to the Post Office. Rachel mailed off her quilts to the United States, we ate some hidden soft serve ice cream, then travelled to Lugogo Mall where Rachel had to register for another Barclay’s card since she had lost hers in the previous week. During that time I uploaded photos at the Café Java’s. Our final goal on Friday was to make it to Masaka by 6pm in order to join up with other PCVs at Frikadellen where we would eat a delicious buffet dinner of barbecued meats, tomato soups, fried cheese sticks, salads, and chocolate cake. By the time we finished our penultimate errand at Lugogo it was 4:30pm, so we rushed back to the New Taxi Park where I picked up the two screen printed T-shirts from the T-shirt guy. We boarded a coaster (a larger takisi except that everyone has his or her own seat) around 5pm.

The problem was that we were extremely hungry since we didn’t eat any substantial food all day in-preparation for ourKabukunge PTC Science Fair Welcomedinner at Frikadellen. We arrived in Masaka and subsequently Frikadellen at 8pm, so we totally missed dinner which was alright since we bought a ton of street food. A bunch of us PCV’s then made our way to Alaina’s house, which was past Nyendo at the Kabukunge PTC. I slept so well that night because I was exhausted.

Saturday was hectic, because it was the day of the science fair at the Kabukunge PTC. Alaina had been working hard all of Term 2 in order to get this event together. All of the PTC students were taught how to put together a science project utilizing the scientific method. The students were then told to come up with a project, state a hypothesis, perform an experiment, come up with research to support the results, and then present the science project to the parents, teachers, faculty, and Ministry of Education and Sports (MOES) representative who came.

It was really cool to see the PTC Students engage themselves in higher level thinking and hands-on science that is rarely taught here in many Ugandan PTC’s There were projects concerning how light travels, seed germination, oxidation, water purification, gravity on an inclined plane and various other topics in science that would not be out of place in a middle school science fair. Even though the students where in their late teens, it felt refreshing to see them presenting Light Science Projecttheir projects in English and showcasing what they had learned. However, the science fair itself was a stressful day because not everyone in the school administration was supportive of Alaina’s project. There were definitely some teachers and staff members who were helpful, but not everyone provided the assistance that she needed.

Fortunately, about 8 of us PCV’s were there to help out Alaina by helping set up, judging the projects, and taking videos and photographs of the event. I personally promised to take pictures and videos of the science fair for her. The day was slow to start, and there were some mishaps along the way. For example, the representatives from the government and school administration were late, which is par for the course, and other than Alaina no one else knew what the schedule was. Lunch was served around 5:30pm, which was early since the meetings were cut short.

The initial plan was for the current PTC principal to give a speech, followed by a presentation of the best science fair Metal Fire Rodprojects, followed by the retired PTC principal to give a speech, followed by the presentation of certificates, followed by another closing speech. I felt bad for Alaina, because it was stressful enough coordinating this large event, and even more difficult when the schedule that she had planned was changed last minute by the administration who wanted things done their way. Emotions started to run high when the principal of the school then told Alaina that she “failed” because she didn’t present the certificates out to the students at the correct time.

However, this is the Uganda that we live in, filled with pomp, flair, circumstance, and sometimes not much actual substance. There are just too many facets to focus on and not enough time to address them all. In order to relieve some stress, we all celebrated that night by going out to the local club in Masaka called Ambiance. The next day was dedicated to making it back to our respective sites.