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Settling

Last Monday, Jan 21, we left Kampala around 9am and headed west to Bundibugyo. At this point, all we had seen of Uganda was Kampala (lots and lots of cars and bodas) and a short ride of forest/open areas between Kampala and Entebbe (which we drove on the new bypass road and that felt like we were on an American Highway for a hot second!). So getting out of such a densely populated area sort of felt like leaving Harrisonburg on the Friday after JMU finished for thankgiving break - awful traffic getting on 81 and then finally you get to a point on the highway where there are very few cars around and you can breathe again! The view was breath taking - rolling hills of banana trees or eucalyptus or cassava. Of course the occasional matatu (taxi van with 20+ passengers and way too much luggage on top) or boda would pass by....or we would pass a herd of cattle. But overall, it was an open road.

We got to Bundi on Monday evening, greeted by the Carrigan kids (another family on the mission) running after the car and later they fed us an amazing Italian meal on their screened in porch and we watched geckos eat moths on the outside.


We have felt so loved and cared for this past week - we were fed dinner three other nights by other teammates which was so fun to spend time with each of them and to eat such delicious food together!
We went to the Nyahuka (the smaller town closest to the mission) market and visited Bundi town and ate local food at each place. The portions are outrageous!!! But it is typical for people here to eat one large meal a day so it makes sense that the we portions are gigantic!
This is rice on my plate and ground nut sauce with beef in the bowl.


 This little cat won’t leave our back door (and kitchen window). His name is Cody Cody which means Knock knock here ... because he will literally knock or push on everyone’s door.

Guys come to the misssion twice a week to play basketball and Ike played both nights! Such a great view! 

We hiked the old road on Saturday which took about 3.5 hours. The old road goes through the northern end of the Rwenzori mountains and in the past it took much longer to get to Bundi because of the poor road conditions and it was a much more isolated place because of it. Now we have a paved road that goes around the end of the mountain range so this road is no longer used.


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  1. Thanks for posting! I've been wondering how things were going for you. It sounds like all is well so far--I pray that will continue.

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