To Kampala

08/12/05

We hit a new record on the Matatu ride here: 25 of us packed into a 14-seater.

So, yesterday, in my unhappiness, I didn't take any time to focus on the good. I hung out with the house help, Kaleb, Susan and Steven. I helped them with the maize harvest. We chatted about stuff. I was amazed when Steven (17 years old, in his first year of high school) asked me how it could be night in LA but day here in Kenya. I had to explain about the Earth's rotation. I asked if they taught that in school, he said they did, he was just double checking. I mean, he's got a physics book! Anyway, after that, Kaleb showed me how to 'koko mao' (milk the cow.) Its not as easy as it looks. The lube, in case you are wondering, is called 'milking jelly.'

I did some sort of semi-profound 'where did I come from, where am I going' thinking during lunch today. I realized: I like myself, love my family and friends, and still sit at the doorstep of near infinite possibility. I ready to knock and I hope there's an answer.

We hit a new record on the Matatu ride here: 25 of us packed into a 14-seater. I was amazed when the tout got the door shut, but far more amazed when he still managed to reach over everyone and collect fares. A couple more hours, and its off to Kampala. I hope there is no problem with the bus, at the border, once I get there… Public transport to a new country always has so many variables. Wish me luck.

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