"You don't need toes to walk."

Alright, so I left off a few days ago after a great experience with TKL. I will try and get y'all caight up on the past few days.

On Tuesday, we went tot he museum in Kampala. After our first Ugandan rain - an hour long down pour, the weather cleared up, and we were able to go watch the 2-4 year olds at the Acorns School play soccer. It was awesome. Afterward, we went to a group called "Percussion Discussion" - a French African group that was awesome. That was a late night, and I FINALLY slept the whole night through.

On Wednesday, we went back to TKL and met with the adaptive kids league. That was incredible. As of now, we have only met with coaches, volunteers, and professionals. So answer me this: How does TKL have more than 85 participants in their adaptive league, but the only one I know about back home has 20 or less? And don't say because there are more people with disabilities here. I really do think it has to due with the program here is just that awesome. The adapt for some many kids. They let physicalled disabled use hands. They put a whistle on the ball for sight disabled children. They wave a flag for the hearing disabled. And they pair up abled children with intellectually inparied children. This program is so awesome, they have no problem getting able-bodied children to play with them. They also said sometimes the disabled kids even play better and have stronger skills. They are taking one child with an amputated leg to South Africa next week with their World Cup team!

Oh how could I forget Wednesday morning? It was an experience to say the least and ISOLATED at that. I'm going to say it again, ISOLATED. I know people read these things assume the worst... one more time. ISOLATED. We asked our driver (yes, we have a "driver") to take us to the market. And he did. He took us to his market, not a touristy market. Our mistake, not his. It was literally 40+ shacks piled together with mud or wood planks for flooring and tarps for the roof. It was jampacked. I felt like I was swatting flies when in fact I was swatting men's hands away from me. I got proposed to like 5 times, touched, tickled, and my phone number asked for. Well, not knowing that Vencent, our driver, was taking us to the wrong market or that we were even stopping at a market (at the last moment kind of thing), we didn't think to have men with us or dress in pants and cover up more. We were in no way wearing flashy clothes - skirts to our knees and t-shirts, but us mzungus (white people) looked mighty tastey. Anyway, Ray and Titus from TKL said that next time they will be happy to escort us.

So then on Wednesday afternoon, we went to IN Movement. Our friend Gracie taught us how to dance and sing a song.
The song went:
amagunju, amagunju
gano amagunju
gano amagunju aga zinibwa abobutiko
gano amagunju

Don't ask what it means. All I know is it was a dance and song performed for a king.

I like our hotel, every room is lined with open windows for ventilation. And the opposite side of our hallway has windows as well, and we also have a fan in our room. However, the noise in the morning is ridiculous - thank Columbia University! I finally figured out it was them when I could sleep in till 8:00 AM for the first time this whole trip (they left yesterday). Rude Americans. Mosquitos are finally getting me though. I didn't have a single bite till this morning, and I have found like 5 or 6! Don't worry, I'm using my mosquito net (weird...) and taking my malaria pills!

Yesterday was Martyr's Day and due to our experience at the market and our friend Gracie's advce, we avoided it. Instead, we spent our afternoon at Cassia Lodge having a nice lunch. Afterward, we returned back to Makerere University Guest House (our hotel) and played "Spoons." The waiter laughed at me when I asked for seven spoons and then realized what we were using them for. It's a card game if you didn't know.