For as long as I can remember from my mid 20's forward, I have always had a really soft spot for Uganda and always had a bit of an inclination to volunteer here someday. Now a few years down the road and I am a certified SLP and casually cruise through google searches like "special needs schools in...", "autism in...", "children with disabilities in..." in basically all the places I go just to check out what's going on with regard to the status of adults and children with dis
Even with our lack of immediate love for Uganda we were excited to explore the area around Fort Portal. Gosh knows I'm not a geologist so really can't exactly understand all the forces that shaped this magnificent area but I guess long ago there were clusters of volcanoes here because around Fort Portal is one of the highest density clusters of crater lakes (in the world I think?). As in most places in Uganda, being in the towns/cities really isn't the biggest draw of coming
Wanting to spend as little time in Kampala as possible, we planned to head out to a place in Western Uganda called Fort Portal, about 5 hours away by bus. Invariably, this would also be our very first time navigating African public transportation.
Not really having any idea of what to expect, we took a special hire taxi to the bus stop of the bus company. Our special hire drove down into the heart of old Kampala and gave us the boot at an ever so slightly caged off dirt par
The day after hangover day, we really were going rafting. Now I wasn't entirely convinced that I actually wanted to do this but kind of booked before I had really processed exactly what it meant to go. The area around Jinja is essentially world famous for it's class 5 rapids so white water rafters and kayakers flood here from across the world. I have been on several rafting trips before, up to class 4 but usually what this means is that you have many class 2/3 rapids mixed in
How pumped were we when we woke up at 6:15 am, got our free breakfast from the hostel, then our free shuttle to the new hostel in Jinja and then free tea on arrival. Man free stuff never gets old. Once again, it was easy to pass the time just by looking out the window at the beautiful assault on the senses that daily Ugandan life was. The lush greenery and manicured lawns of the uppity neighborhoods of Kampala gave way to the wooden rickety shacks of the slums of Kampala whic
Alright, not going to lie to you. I am going to be writing all my East Africa notes retroactively. Along with that, nowhere else have I felt like we have evolved SO much in our thoughts and experiences of a place as we have through our African travels. Our understanding and experience across these countries was SO dependent on the specific time and place we experienced it, yet because we have spent so long here and I am writing entirely retroactively, it is challenging to wri