Well friends, the technology gods dealt me quite the blow. My iPad was having trouble connecting to any wifi, so the tech guy at the electronics store in town tried to fix it by resetting the entire device. Worried that my issue was taking up Abraham's valuable time, I agreed to the reset without thinking it through. Since my last several blog entries never made it online, they were never saved anywhere. The way I write is a blessing and a curse; my writings are almost entirely fueled by my thoughts and emotions within that moment. This helps me create works that I can be proud of, but the downfall is they cannot be replicated. So this loss was, well...devastating. But I am the genius who brought a wifi-only device to a third-world area.
All I can tell you is those posts were deeply heartfelt, informative, and Katy can back me on this-they were even really funny! Some of the stories were about the wide variety of people that we met filtering through our dorm room every day as we seemed to be settling in like long-term tenants, we got lost and explored probably about 70% of Entebbe and it was beautiful, tons of adorable children befriended us, and we came across a pack of newborn puppies. We also made a trip to the city's main market, described to us by the British girl staying in our dorm as seemingly very mellow but was more on the hectic, crowded, stressful side of the temperament spectrum. There, we each bought an avocado bigger than mangoes paired with a "rolex", which is essentially an omelette rolled in a flour tortilla. We think we got mild food poisoning off of those.
Speaking of food stories, Katy and I ventured to the highly recommended Faze 3 restaurant just down the road from our hostel. We jumped at the chance to dine outside on the deck, with views of beautiful Lake Victoria and some rolling hills. But the visual aesthetics was instantly overtaken by the sound of cows and possibly other livestock screaming in pain in the field right next to us. We were here for beef sliders, so we changed our minds and jumped at the chance to dine indoors. We never got our "last American meal" of burgers before leaving the states, and we were not going to be cheated out of it again. As long as we resisted glancing out the window at the serene setting of happily grazing cattle, we could still stomach our deeply desired patties.
Speaking of food stories, Katy and I ventured to the highly recommended Faze 3 restaurant just down the road from our hostel. We jumped at the chance to dine outside on the deck, with views of beautiful Lake Victoria and some rolling hills. But the visual aesthetics was instantly overtaken by the sound of cows and possibly other livestock screaming in pain in the field right next to us. We were here for beef sliders, so we changed our minds and jumped at the chance to dine indoors. We never got our "last American meal" of burgers before leaving the states, and we were not going to be cheated out of it again. As long as we resisted glancing out the window at the serene setting of happily grazing cattle, we could still stomach our deeply desired patties.
We've met several young women traveling around Africa, at least for a solid leg of their trips, totally alone. They've all been Western European, and they've all scoffed at the questions concerning safety and whatnot that we posed. People outside of America seem to all view traveling in a much more lax fashion. Still, I'm forever thankful to be on this adventure with Katy and not alone.
In all, our time at the Backpackers was, to rep the West Coast, chill. We wanted a relaxed transition into Africa living, and that is exactly what we got. Now to make things transition much, much faster--it's off to Mbale!
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