tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91632381305413940742024-02-18T19:53:32.239-08:00David and Beth in UgandaDavid and Beth will be in Mukono, Uganda, for six months. David is on sabbatical and will be working at Uganda Christian University.Beth Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05624686629756675434noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163238130541394074.post-59219688546112581662011-05-28T08:56:00.000-07:002011-05-28T08:56:58.895-07:00Visitor #1<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jake arrives at Tech Park. It was 20 years ago<br />
today.</td></tr>
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Saturday: The last few days have been exciting. Jake arrived on Thursday night, after 33 hours of travel to get here. It was his 20th birthday. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A hike on the hill behind campus.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>He has already made pizza with Helen, met a few people, including Reverend Susan Olwa, and climbed Monkey Hill, in back of campus. There were no monkeys, unfortunately.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Helen and Jake made pizza.</td></tr>
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I decided, after seeing the last creation made by Harriet, my tailor, to model all of the outfits she has made for me. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Contemplating an avocado in bathrobe made<br />
from gomesi fabric..</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cute shorts/shirt with smart headscarf.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Long tunic with skirt. I didn't really expect this one to turn out like this.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Traditional kind of blouse/skirt.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Copied from a dress I own.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Made from gomesi fabric.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shirt/shorts combo with obligatory headscarf.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This one has nice embroidery on the top.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dress and jacket</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here they all are on the couch. Great stuff.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div>Oh, and David has gotten a few shirts, too... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUN8q6IceI2wS1I8ukSA6oEiEnw5330mT2u6rL3y5MCESFaWbA5hShmEERIhlwWQ_wOlCylPIXnf_Kni0212bX3TzCtBx15T_grOt8HwimRhMGyr_ZpZQDbLnuSxQMBMGhvE4jvAX2_A/s1600/Dave+blue+shirt.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLUN8q6IceI2wS1I8ukSA6oEiEnw5330mT2u6rL3y5MCESFaWbA5hShmEERIhlwWQ_wOlCylPIXnf_Kni0212bX3TzCtBx15T_grOt8HwimRhMGyr_ZpZQDbLnuSxQMBMGhvE4jvAX2_A/s320/Dave+blue+shirt.JPG" width="254" /></a></div><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Very smart.</td></tr>
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<div><b>Nature corner</b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lake Victoria with Entebbe airport on the right.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Black and white casqued hornbill</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kingfisher. These are lovely little birds.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">We are planning a few side trips with Jake and are anxiously awaiting Sara and Nate's arrival on June 2, the day before Ugandan Martyr's Day, a national holiday.</div></div>Beth Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05624686629756675434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163238130541394074.post-51728922216229723762011-05-20T06:18:00.000-07:002011-05-21T23:51:09.586-07:00Short-Term Assignments Are Not for the Weak<div class="MsoNormal">Five more weeks in Uganda! The time has flown by. We are anxiously awaiting the arrival of Jake next week (on his 20<sup>th</sup> birthday) and Nate and Sara the week after that. We will take the opportunity to be tourists with them.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">James, our Luganda tutor, and Jeremy Akin, <br />
a Fulbright student from Georgia. James went<br />
to Iraq and Jeremy is on a 7-week trip working with NGOs<br />
in the North on mediation of land disputes.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Our Luganda tutor and recent UCU grad, James, accepted a job in Iraq. Another example of the global economy – US contractors with big defense budgets hire Ugandans to work in a variety of functions. They pay them in Ugandan shillings, and presumably, between the favorable exchange rate and depressed Ugandan salary expectations, cash in.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sky from the backyard</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A new small clinic a few hours away near Lugazi.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">HIV testing at the clinic with Cindy and Cariel Smith and Rachel<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Easter day at the after-baptism party near Bushenyi. Lots of great<br />
food, but no alcohol.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Looking towards the Congo in the Western part of Uganda. <br />
Those are low, cloud-capped mountains.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More Western Uganda scenery.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now, where was this one...? With Reverend Canon<br />
John Kateeba.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The offering comes in all forms: cash, eggs, sugarcane, goats.<br />
After the service, the deacon auctions off the goods to waiting<br />
parishioners. It's a little like a market inside the church.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Easter morning at one of the two services we attended<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These long-horned Ankole cattle are found far and wide,<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hybrid goat raising at a model farm.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the Major's house. He is an old friend of the Kateeba's; a<br />
politician, educator, former Major under a former President<br />
and now, a farmer.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjPosa3RDLMrM9cstbKHlCMGhIzDsXKbl8IAZMbNsFTF0kNvRsSnOFz-X7QUmFun2hJAYFp26rG3jOGb4vX3O8UxX8ADA2X50oF6BDviFLXVRf2g7eleyfWIq8yB5vCXD3Ont4inRBHQ/s1600/Kateebas+n+us.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjPosa3RDLMrM9cstbKHlCMGhIzDsXKbl8IAZMbNsFTF0kNvRsSnOFz-X7QUmFun2hJAYFp26rG3jOGb4vX3O8UxX8ADA2X50oF6BDviFLXVRf2g7eleyfWIq8yB5vCXD3Ont4inRBHQ/s320/Kateebas+n+us.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the Kateeba's house with lovely daughter Hannah.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzcXiZjqas_n2yeyfnDIj6BfLKNeBR9iKYCg3hgyb6T-7ETlZ35-BFdoNn0YeIN97TX6GFpnyeS8YbrJ0J6G6gpIoRdkUzfW5QFtvicB0WACRWUBKIMpVxJ4VzOI8pyUU5utjIDZwAJMs/s1600/mbarara+bull.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzcXiZjqas_n2yeyfnDIj6BfLKNeBR9iKYCg3hgyb6T-7ETlZ35-BFdoNn0YeIN97TX6GFpnyeS8YbrJ0J6G6gpIoRdkUzfW5QFtvicB0WACRWUBKIMpVxJ4VzOI8pyUU5utjIDZwAJMs/s320/mbarara+bull.JPG" width="317" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">What is a town without a steer? Mbarara, the center of Ankole,<br />
celebrates its famous Ankole cattle.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbz_bWR6o0VDMRWgEkc3dQt2cEDAu_BTyg27CTfOo1WGOCwPnc4c2lQ_aGOfG85xZMi4dvHkIX10mS7l5U-mz4hbLzdP29z9scxRivtPz5TVLnSRftJEV-hAaw_jEQVT5-x_ltkGComT4/s1600/truck+n+cows.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbz_bWR6o0VDMRWgEkc3dQt2cEDAu_BTyg27CTfOo1WGOCwPnc4c2lQ_aGOfG85xZMi4dvHkIX10mS7l5U-mz4hbLzdP29z9scxRivtPz5TVLnSRftJEV-hAaw_jEQVT5-x_ltkGComT4/s320/truck+n+cows.JPG" width="310" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">People are very casual about the cattle horns. It was hard<br />
to believe this guy was sitting right above a truck-load of them.</td></tr>
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<b>Nature Corner</b><br />
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxE8cNf5OFN5H6BtHcS_tuFHaDCw6pXgjl8BvZP1J7Tn0p09Yta2-p5x10UFWovNZe69t9CtgXcBWKPUwLzc7_qdR1o_dWoDhfCmRMr40a5MLc7uGwCO323x7APTbQzr90qbpvO_BIgc/s1600/kingfisher.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOxE8cNf5OFN5H6BtHcS_tuFHaDCw6pXgjl8BvZP1J7Tn0p09Yta2-p5x10UFWovNZe69t9CtgXcBWKPUwLzc7_qdR1o_dWoDhfCmRMr40a5MLc7uGwCO323x7APTbQzr90qbpvO_BIgc/s320/kingfisher.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Woodland Kingfisher</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2RgTuqfUO8KDTPNFItVb6KMbG6vuu6xyXo9Krp7qqr_Fr-vBZz6JGvwOy_QYp10JXq7TbXTlPWhdRRsmon3AWPTmx9rRTOIqASsz8m0FbiF9ZcGDyc4Bm4vqLaqIW5yz9TSJhGc0U5Ck/s1600/lizard+buzzard.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2RgTuqfUO8KDTPNFItVb6KMbG6vuu6xyXo9Krp7qqr_Fr-vBZz6JGvwOy_QYp10JXq7TbXTlPWhdRRsmon3AWPTmx9rRTOIqASsz8m0FbiF9ZcGDyc4Bm4vqLaqIW5yz9TSJhGc0U5Ck/s320/lizard+buzzard.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A Lizard Buzzard eating a lizard in the backyard.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_ki5pgkgM25XpDxTtuB_SKaSTGHTWWTys-8rLBr0DpHwwp1wLNNsU25DHpJMmhoPuA7hr0Z9UiXS59HBY3cWoQ8TC1dSiDI40fV2vjdiFu5uVoSaQssgS15GkDVdguyrYEIuUzD6TZA/s1600/Mabira+strangler+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF_ki5pgkgM25XpDxTtuB_SKaSTGHTWWTys-8rLBr0DpHwwp1wLNNsU25DHpJMmhoPuA7hr0Z9UiXS59HBY3cWoQ8TC1dSiDI40fV2vjdiFu5uVoSaQssgS15GkDVdguyrYEIuUzD6TZA/s320/Mabira+strangler+2.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On a hike through Mabira Forest, we learned<br />
a LOT about strangler figs, like how<br />
they parasitize a tree until it dies.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsdCoCEQ4A1EP-EmnSs9KjJMWw2u1IL2ksWdZ1XyTvX9eNJNHjTRYKIrhaHI11ob4Jbjhh6F58cbVaHv6b7DNArX7HEE3z18bRkEH6gidpaVY2-FZsbq9RfcTHs0rLJbZExEqFsqwmGBI/s1600/Mabira+stranger+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsdCoCEQ4A1EP-EmnSs9KjJMWw2u1IL2ksWdZ1XyTvX9eNJNHjTRYKIrhaHI11ob4Jbjhh6F58cbVaHv6b7DNArX7HEE3z18bRkEH6gidpaVY2-FZsbq9RfcTHs0rLJbZExEqFsqwmGBI/s320/Mabira+stranger+2.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lots of strangler fig, no tree left.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8OpzQ0XBDE34SiON2bSXvtVO611-L8rFNdZ4VvQx2U94eocMIgwyzIeCUybvyJMwyT6MZpmvmE2ACZgn14Buhg0Nxa05o6aNnyf0njdZRKsh-5gQUjHHm0CL39n9_mfGY5JDxYdWoZM/s1600/Mabira+sausage+tree.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd8OpzQ0XBDE34SiON2bSXvtVO611-L8rFNdZ4VvQx2U94eocMIgwyzIeCUybvyJMwyT6MZpmvmE2ACZgn14Buhg0Nxa05o6aNnyf0njdZRKsh-5gQUjHHm0CL39n9_mfGY5JDxYdWoZM/s320/Mabira+sausage+tree.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fruit of the, ah, sausage tree (really)</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08ab-BD8UYX_0ECpcE0A-DglrqS1mxbmS3Lo1gR5UFAQG0n-t6HX8jqWJqu9Xrs6qTtJ8-yFJKSkxbA4l2apcLnNOTv3_UjYavs2qnSmCk1HtRQpoAXekL6UN-O1QFLU-S7fJ1H-_3rY/s1600/Mabira+cocoa+pod.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="305" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08ab-BD8UYX_0ECpcE0A-DglrqS1mxbmS3Lo1gR5UFAQG0n-t6HX8jqWJqu9Xrs6qTtJ8-yFJKSkxbA4l2apcLnNOTv3_UjYavs2qnSmCk1HtRQpoAXekL6UN-O1QFLU-S7fJ1H-_3rY/s320/Mabira+cocoa+pod.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cocoa bean pod</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhnIYrZ_Y6CJRRewF77x6uF-Ufe_UjIeCTFYL6vN12k9WTeCwCRyKrs_UtPYYERM7iOWBQhShT_dK60HXkmv6zUrtAu6emuSHTBlHV1qzlxOvxbdYqCZvndx8cRMgEv-xBTRB7q3NJasg/s1600/Mabira+strangler+fig.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhnIYrZ_Y6CJRRewF77x6uF-Ufe_UjIeCTFYL6vN12k9WTeCwCRyKrs_UtPYYERM7iOWBQhShT_dK60HXkmv6zUrtAu6emuSHTBlHV1qzlxOvxbdYqCZvndx8cRMgEv-xBTRB7q3NJasg/s320/Mabira+strangler+fig.JPG" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A strangler fig strangling a tree.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5CGAPbv_iX5-t96WlrWsz1MkWBo3MPcs3zzTu-AGbneqKEnGLimSxyW3u3ltMElAKKUJhLa7EHJf4KT0jzaA1dopa0Y8r4ZVGdwZ4M47o2wpgpdxu0enqShQtA3J6V5c9IDK_395Xf0s/s1600/Majors+place.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5CGAPbv_iX5-t96WlrWsz1MkWBo3MPcs3zzTu-AGbneqKEnGLimSxyW3u3ltMElAKKUJhLa7EHJf4KT0jzaA1dopa0Y8r4ZVGdwZ4M47o2wpgpdxu0enqShQtA3J6V5c9IDK_395Xf0s/s320/Majors+place.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A field in the Western part of Uganda.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiADeO46NEOaLCSXP9x0fEtKfUCrsPAijD0X9J_7Ez8O8PAN335SsRCGOTAjxbXfGJVjdBveyJ-ib7JlfFdz4JbtObXk8NsIvLJ08GJrq1QlTG7J7hh_L-tzGsIdKHM880vvnoPDTV1DlQ/s1600/monkeyface.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiADeO46NEOaLCSXP9x0fEtKfUCrsPAijD0X9J_7Ez8O8PAN335SsRCGOTAjxbXfGJVjdBveyJ-ib7JlfFdz4JbtObXk8NsIvLJ08GJrq1QlTG7J7hh_L-tzGsIdKHM880vvnoPDTV1DlQ/s320/monkeyface.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A pensive monkey.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Double-toothed Barbet</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWglsWTCckJKAhEOhgA516VDMEMjrjMug_9Kf2JACLC6wvC7AjvZl43oZR8sM2LGhOFYEc5JFjUaluUPtLD0ZDk7Pt190EEH_3IQqjYp43_p9oHRj6PQnug2Uc7_E06DdQKa5oqpxfdA/s1600/veg+market.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWglsWTCckJKAhEOhgA516VDMEMjrjMug_9Kf2JACLC6wvC7AjvZl43oZR8sM2LGhOFYEc5JFjUaluUPtLD0ZDk7Pt190EEH_3IQqjYp43_p9oHRj6PQnug2Uc7_E06DdQKa5oqpxfdA/s320/veg+market.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At a roadside market. </td></tr>
</tbody></table> <b>The Introduction/Wedding</b><br />
An introduction is a big formal party prior to the actual wedding. The ceremony we attended was a combined version that lasted for hours and featured (besides a downpour) lots of food, music, rituals and speeches.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bride's attendants carrying gifts.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The bride and her sister, looking like Egyptian princesses.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">More of the wedding party, all dressed up.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A local dance troupe. One of the dancers may have had polio. <br />
He could not walk.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It was really raining.</td></tr>
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</div><div>A neighbor and friend of the Kateebas has a vineyard and winery. It was a frankly amazing thing to see. The wine is called "Valley Wine". It helps finance a school that is also on site.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In the cellars.</td></tr>
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</div></div>Beth Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05624686629756675434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163238130541394074.post-69344649400689134422011-04-17T09:53:00.000-07:002011-04-17T10:13:59.371-07:00The Weather Channel is Not Particularly Useful Here<div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Beth: <o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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1. The weather, sunrise, and sunset are fairly consistent. Sure, it rains sometimes, but rarely for the whole day. Sunny, warm, gorgeous, and twelve hours long pretty much sums up the forecast.</div><div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;">2. Everything is in Centigrade. “It’s 30 degrees in Gulu! “ has little emotional impact for us. 86 degrees sounds a lot hotter.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sign says "Strictly For Short Calls Only".</td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Shift</b>: Move, as in an office or a household</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Coaster</b>: A big bus, not a taxi</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Taxi</b>: Public transport or minibus</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Private hire</b>: Super expensive private car with driver</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Balanc</b>e: Change from a purchase</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Jam:</b> Traffic jam. “We need to leave for Kampala at 7:00 a.m. to avoid the jam”.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Take tea</b>: EVERYONE has tea at 10:30 a.m. on campus. Men and women carrying thermoses and plastic food baskets on their way to offices appear everywhere.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</tbody></table><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Academic terms<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Marks</b> = grades</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Scripts </b>= test papers</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Set the exam</b> = write the exam</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Sit for the exam</b> = take the exam</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Invigilate </b>= proctor. Invigilate?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Student guild</b> = student government</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Canteen </b>= cafeteria</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;">Course or class</b> = Degree program</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</tbody></table>In honor of Mama Peggy, we called our potluck “Thanksgiving”. She had left tablecloths, napkins, and fold-out turkeys for the occasion. It was great fun and the international food was delicious. There was no turkey, pumpkin, cranberries, yams, or mini-marshmallows. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Starch is something of a Burnett staple. In our ancestral home of West Virginia, we ate starch in the form of peeled potatoes and white bread. Here in Uganda, it’s a Burnett paradise. The varieties of starch to be found on ONE PLATE are mind-boggling: Matooke (cooked, mashed starchy banana); Gonja (grilled or broiled starchy bananas that are not matooke); Irish (potatoes like Yukon Gold); yams; rice; posho (polenta-like corn flour dough that is the most unappetizing food ever); pasta; and ugali (cassava and millet flour paste). Everyone has an opinion about their favorite starch and how it is best prepared.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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The semester is rapidly drawing to a close, and as is the case back home, things are getting very hectic (in a uniquely Ugandan way). We had money left over from the four field trips that were originally budgeted for our Environmental Health class, and as Sarah, my co-teacher put it, “If we don’t spend it all this year, next year when we request money they will say we aren’t serious.” Does this fiscal philosophy sound familiar?<br />
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Grace had worked last year as an intern in a business that is adjacent to Leather Industries of Uganda, the largest tannery in East Africa. She became friends with the tannery's health and safety officer, waste management specialist, and industrial chemist (all the same person). She made arrangements for all of us to visit and tour the operation. We drove to the tannery on the shores of Lake Victoria, and this industrial renaissance man gave us a tour of the facility's sights, smells, waste water treatment ponds, everything. <br />
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The main tanning facility was housed in a warehouse building that included several dozen huge wooden vats in which the hides were first tumbled with a variety of caustic chemicals to remove the hair, fat and flesh. Then, they were transfered to other vats to be tanned using chrome, which resulted in leather that was an interesting shade of blue. These pieces of leather were sorted and stacked, awaiting shipment to China to be made into shoes, clothing, and a variety of other leather items. <br />
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Nearly all of the work was done by hand using very low-tech equipment, and the entire place had a very medieval feel to it. Wooden tanning drums, wooden wheelbarrows pushed by hand, hundreds of gallons of tanning fluids dumped directly onto the floor to drain into channels leading to open air holding ponds. If it wasn't for the plastic aprons and rubber gumboots worn by the Ugandan employees, all of this could have been a scene from the 1500s.<br />
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The tannery is owned and operated by a Chinese company, and they were outsourcing the tanning operation to Uganda. (We in the US bemoan the loss of jobs at home due to outsourcing to China, India, etc.) Apparently it is cheaper to purchase the hides from all over East Africa, tan them in Uganda, and ship them to China than it is to do all of this in China. The vast majority of the leather is shipped back to China, but some of the highest quality pieces are also sold to fashion industry firms in Italy, Germany, and other European countries. Needless to say, I got a whole new sense of the term "global economy" after this visit.<br />
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The rest of the day was spent at a resort on the hills overlooking Lake Victoria and the source of the Nile River. The students had a great time playing soccer, using the playground equipment, and just being young and enjoying each other's company. All thoughts of the upcoming final exams were temporarily banished by a wonderful afternoon together.<br />
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With final exams upon us, the normal campus routines have changed a little. Just like back home, students take advantage of the beautiful weather (year round here - did we mention that already?) and spill out onto the lawns around campus to study. One difference here is that the university supplies hundreds of plastic lawn chairs that students gather into circles for group study sessions. The green lawns are dotted with clusters of students, intently reviewing notes or discussing course topics. The libraries are filled to capacity as students try to compensate for less-than-perfect devotion to their studies earlier in the semester with marathon cram sessions.<br />
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With the rains falling nearly every day for the last four weeks, the plants around campus are much greener and producing lots of flowers, and a variety of animals are out and about during the day. The bouganvilleas and the gardenia that Beth and Helen planted many weeks ago are thriving. We hope that many future occupants of T8 (our flat in Tech Park) will enjoy the green thumbprint they have left on our little corner of campus as much as we do.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am a member of a Women’s International Fellowship here in Mukono. One member of the group, the Reverend Susan Olwa, is not exactly international, although her wide range of experience transcends that of most folks who live five hours from their hometowns. Her husband studies in Australia. They have three children of their own. She has been raising them as a single parent for several years.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She is trying to send them all to primary and secondary school, but the three older girls have dropped out because she can no longer afford their school fees.</span></span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">As she says, “As severe as the regional humanitarian crisis in the northern part of Uganda is for all people, it is women and children who were most affected. Thousands of women and children were abducted, whereby male children were trained as combatants while women and girls/female children, on top of being trained as combatants, became wives to rebel top officials, thereby facing sexual exploitation, hence exposing them to HIV/AIDS and other sexually transmitted infections. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In 2008 I went back to my village churches, one in Dogapio village then it was in Apach District and the other one Aromo village in Lira District. On different Sunday services (in Dogapio and Aromo), I identified some girls who were in the church choir, so after the service I had an hour talk with them. During those interactions, I found out that these were victims of the twenty year old armed conflict and orphans who are left behind. Out of compassion I requested parents/guardians to allow me to help by putting these girls back in school.<o:p></o:p></span></div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Kipwala Sharon, 21 years of age, </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">was born in 1990 to Mary and C.D Ongom of Dogapio village, Apach District, Northern Uganda. Sharon’s parents died of HIV/AIDS in 2001 leaving her and two other children behind in the care of their 76 year’s old widowed grandmother. Sharon moved to the streets of Lira town where she was picked up by different women to help with babysitting but in all this she was abused. In 2007 she attended an open air bible meeting and gave her life to Jesus Christ. A sister in Christ took her to her home and paid school fees for her. At the beginning of the year 2008 the sister who had paid part of Sharon’s fees in Mpoma O &A level Girl’s Boarding School died. I met her when she had already dropped out of school<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Adong Peace, 16 years old<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Born to Harriet and Joel Apenyo, Adongo is the first born and has two brothers and one sister. This family was staying in one of the Internally Displaced Camps in Lira Town where it is believed that Joel contracted HIV/AIDS and died in 2007 leaving Harriet infected with HIV/AIDS too and on drugs. Adong had dropped out of Primary five when I picked her.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Apio Deborah, 16 years old<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Deborah is the first born in a family of four children of Martha and Geoffrey Okai who are both in the Ugandan Armed Forces. This family live in Lira Town but because both of them and their last born of six years are HIV positive, all the money they get goes to things to boost their immunity at the expense of paying fees for Deborah. I picked her because I feel if educated she would be able to guide and protect the other three of her siblings in future. </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Summary<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 115%; margin-bottom: 10.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-autospace: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> The 20 years of civil war in Northern Uganda have brought so much poverty in the region that even these five girls I have picked could hardly get fees and scholastic help from the relatives. On the other hand, the Church has been offering mostly counselling to the people traumatised in the war and has supported the Peace Talks. However since the church finances come from a congregation that has lived a deprived life in camps for 25 years, it has no funds to support the needy girls.”</span><o:p></o:p></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i><b>Beth</b></i>: Prior to last weekend, we had talked about writing a blog called “What is not to like about Uganda?” Then we took a three-day trip to Gulu, a dry, dusty town in the northern part of the country. We stayed at Lukome Center in a rural area at a project called <a href="http://childvoiceintl.org/">ChildVoice</a> , </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">where young women who were abducted by the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lord%27s_Resistance_Army">Lord’s Resistance Army</a> and forced to be child soldiers and sex slaves, are rehabilitated. There is a whole lot not to like about that.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, we’ll start this journey through the last month and a half with that trip. We went with the Uganda Studies Program, a study abroad for US students. Our group was all female, and all from Christian colleges in the US. They were wonderful. It was heartbreaking to compare them to the traumatized young mothers at the center, but in an odd way (subject to further mental processing on this end) it was kind of a hopeful and inspiring trip.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Home sweet hut, thoughtfully furnished with<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mukono town in the early morning. We planned to leave before 8:00 a.m. but...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Three hours later, the audience is still polite, but getting tired.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Ann with baby David. Ann is wearing a traditional gomesi.<br />
It is made of 6 meters of fabric and is reported to be pretty complicated to get into. <br />
Most women admit to having one. Most also say they never wear it.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Anglican church at Ndejje. I sat up front with a thoughtful canon's wife,<br />
who told me when to get up, sit down and otherwise move. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The high point of the week - Auntie Beth gets a group hug after story time.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Backyard flower: Waxy and weird</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Shade Bar at the Colline Hotel. There is a no-alcohol<br />
policy on campus, so we occasionally walk into town<br />
for a couple of cool ones and some chips at the Colline.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The edible part of jackfruit, called fene. It is the fleshy part<br />
surrounding the large seeds, is a pain to extract<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Helen cleaning a jackfruit, which is<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A hornbill in the tree in back.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A mynah, the grackle of Uganda. They are everywhere, but still fascinating.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We sleep under a mosquito net, stay indoors at night and<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Our flat is the Hilton of Tech Park. Only a few other flats are occupied.<br />
Our neighbors are in awe of our shelving and counter space.<br />
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal"><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My teaching partner for the class, Dr. Sarah Kizza-Nkambwe, is also lecturing at UCU for the very first time, but as a Ugandan and hopefully as a soon-to-be full time employee of the university, she has taken the lead in contacting the people at these sites, arranging the logistics and budget for everything from lunches to transportation to “honoraria” for all of the hosts. So far we have visited two different agricultural research stations outside of Kampala. Both sites are affiliated with Makerere University, the premier public university in Uganda founded in 1922. </span></div></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<b>Beth: </b><b>Wardens</b><br />
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The word Warden does not lend itself to numerous interpretations in the US. Mostly it brings to mind Queen Latifah as Matron Mama Morton from the Chicago soundtrack (“When you’re good to mama, mama’s good to you”).<br />
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Here in Mukono, it can mean:<br />
1)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The ushers at church services, held at mammoth Nkoyoyo Hall to 600 mostly student parishioners. The wardens wear purple sashes saying, well, “Warden”. They pack us in like sardines.<br />
2)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The people that we, at a university in the US, would refer to with an appropriate developmental term like “Director of Residence Life” are, yes, wardens. The Resident Assistants are “custodians”, continuing that theme.<br />
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</tbody></table>3)<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>The increasingly succinct emails from the US Embassy regarding upcoming national elections: URGENT WARDEN MESSAGE: INCREASED SECURITY THREAT AROUND UGANDAN ELECTIONS. The wardens of our security in the US decided that the increased threat extended to mail in and out of Uganda and put an embargo on post coming into Uganda from the US as well as outgoing mail. We found this out from someone who tried to mail a letter, and then we read about it in a local newspaper. The warden didn’t bother to tell us directly even though he or she has all of our emails. Maybe there is a resemblance to Mama Morton after all.<br />
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</tbody></table><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">National elections are on Friday, February 18. Student elections just finished on the Mukono UCU campus. We now have a new Guild President (a theology student after some disaffection with a string of law student chief execs) and a new Student Parliament. In a marathon 4-hour church service on Sunday, they were installed, to much acclaim. In the same service, everyone was warned to keep a low profile on Friday and for several days after. It goes without saying that people are on edge, given recent events in Egypt, Tunisia, Algeria, Ivory Coast and Sudan. The threat of violence is ever-present, but the campus is gated, pretty insular, and has a resident police station. We are not worried but plan to stay in for a few days.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">We are feeling pretty settled in our little flat. We live at the other end of campus from most of the other bazungu (plural of muzungu, the interesting word for foreigners. Sorry not to explain that in the previous post.) Tech Park, our area, is unglamorous enough to be called “Afghanistan” by the students. The neighborhood right outside our flat, Bugujju (boo-goo-joo), is described in this letter (<a href="http://www.ucu.ac.ug/thestandard/around-mukono/25-around-mukono/87-bugujju-a-pocket-friendly-village.html">http://www.ucu.ac.ug/thestandard/around-mukono/25-around-mukono/87-bugujju-a-pocket-friendly-village.html</a>) in the student newspaper. Bugujju is noisy but, since the rainy season hasn’t started yet, we cannot comment on the smell.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Most of the long-term resident bazungu live at the other end of campus on a hill nicknamed “Kololo”after a swanky neighborhood of Kampala. They are mostly Anglican missionaries, teachers and administrators, with a sprinkling of Fulbrighters. We had limited experience with Protestant missionaries in Zaire-now –Congo as Peace Corps Volunteers and it is fascinating to interact with these folks and hear their stories. They are very good people with sincere and deep faith. Many are here with young kids. They run some excellent programs. </div><br />
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</div><div style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">We decided to road trip to Jinja, the Adventure Capital of Uganda, for some adventure. We had a lovely time shopping and eating lunch, then set out during a rainstorm for nearby Bujagali Falls. Part of the adventure was being stuck in the rain on a hill behind a tilted bus for an hour or so. Our driver maneuvered the car through the sticky goo and we successfully got to the kayak place only a few hours late. We felt mighty grand and adventurous after kayaking the Nile for several hours until someone noted that we had probably been exposed to schistosomes and should get tested for bilharzia in a few weeks “before the symptoms start”. I have since spent some time vigorously refusing to find out what the symptoms might be. </div><div style="font-size: medium; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kayaking in the Nile</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just to prove it WAS the Nile and not, say, the Wabash</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from car window on the way to Bujagali Falls - stuck bus and goo.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We found a restaurant overlooking the Nile at the kayak starting point that may rival Coconuts on Cozumel Island for Best View for an eatery/drinkery. You be the judge.</div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Overlooking the Nile at the restaurant.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Coconuts at Cozumel with the Warners, spring break 2010.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Class 5 Rapids at these falls will soon disappear due to a new hydroelectric dam. This isn't a popular decision with the tourist trade but a lot of people need consistent electricity.</td></tr>
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<b>Packing for the Trip, Part 2</b><br />
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<i>What We Are Glad We Brought</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Downtown Mukono from above.</td></tr>
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<ul><li>A good camera (Thanks, Linda, for convincing us).</li>
<li>A Guide to Wildlife so we can ID all the cool birds. (Thanks, Nate & Jake. Best Father’s Day gift).</li>
<li>IPod player and IPods.</li>
<li>Shortwave/FM battery-powered radio.</li>
<li>Gel pens.</li>
<li>Crossword puzzle book.</li>
<li>OTC pharmacy that we haven’t, fortunately, needed yet.</li>
<li>Dental floss used to hang the mirror.</li>
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<li>Reusable shopping bag. Cuts way down on plastic waste.</li>
<li>4 boxes of Lady Clairol. That equatorial sun is a bleaching machine.</li>
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<i>What We Didn’t Need to Bring</i><br />
A whole bag of makeup. (What was I thinking?)<br />
A full-length cotton slip. Don’t ask.<br />
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<i>What We Should Have Packed</i><br />
More contact lens solutions. Cannot find it here.<br />
Hard-soled shoes. My beloved indestructible Keens are not equipped for the rocky, slippery paths and roads they encounter here.<br />
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This last list gets shorter daily as we find supplies of things we absolutely cannot live without; and we find that, actually, we can live without many things.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cow on anthill. Just because, sometimes you feel like a nut.</td></tr>
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</b></div><div>One of my early lessons on academic differences between the US and Uganda was learning what my title should be here. (Titles are taken very seriously here - apparently some faculty will take points off from exams and assignments if students call their teacher by the wrong title.) Back at Purdue I am very comfortable with the rather informal "Dr. E" that many of my students use to address me. Even before I got here, I noticed in e-mails that some faculty were called Dr. So and So and others were referred to as Professor. When I first arrived, I introduced myself as Dr., but was quickly told it should be Professor. The differences were explained to me by a colleague. "Doctor" is used for anyone who has earned the PhD, but "Professor" is reserved for experienced faculty who have demonstrated a certain level of academic achievement (promotion, publishing, awards, etc.) Given my background and experience, my students and fellow faculty members insist on calling me Professor, or "Prof" (rhymes with "tough" in the Ugandan pronunciation).<br />
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</div><div>My teaching has finally settled into more of a regular pattern. I am co-teaching the Environmental Health course with Dr. Sarah Kizza-Nkambwe, a fellow lecturer at UCU. She, like many of my faculty colleagues, studied outside of Uganda for her post-baccalaureate work, in her case Nigeria and Botswana. Other faculty have been to the UK, the Netherlands, UC Berkeley, Sweden, China, you name it. They have been a great group of people to work with so far, and have been very tolerant and patient as I have tried to figure out the system here. <br />
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The course is for seniors and is part of a new degree program in Environmental Science, and Sarah and I are creating the course from scratch. The libraries are sparse on technical books and journals, so we are relying heavily on what we can find on the internet. I had forgotten what a luxury it was to have well-established and well-oiled classes back at Purdue. Course creation takes a LOT of time, especially with limited resources, limited internet access, and very limited background knowledge on the subject area. Fortunately, there are several course topics that are very biology-related: environmental toxicology, carcinogenesis, and food- and water-borne diseases. We decided that I should teach those, and Sarah, who does have a background in environmental science, is taking the other more technically-oriented topics. So far things have gone very well. We are half way through the semester already, and due to the national elections at the end of this week, classes will be cancelled starting Thursday noon, and we are supposed to resume classes on Monday morning. In case there are any prolonged delays in resuming classes, Sarah has given a take-home assignment so that the students will have something to do next week in case we cannot meet.<br />
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Many of the faculty here at UCU are part-time lecturers, also working at one or more other national universities such as Makerere University and Kyambogo University, both in Kampala. The patchwork teaching assignments are necessary to help make ends meet, but it also means that many faculty are making extensive commutes to the various campuses. One concern about the aftermath of the elections this week and next is that there may be road blockages by the military to keep people from traveling too much and contributing to unrest. If that is the case, then many of our lecturers will be stuck at home, unable to reach the campuses and their students. And we think that snow days are a hassle back home!<br />
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The other class I thought I might help teach, a Health and Wholeness class, has not worked out as originally planned. Due to miscommunications and conflicting teaching times, I have not been involved in this large lecture course. That's OK with me, as I am sure I will have opportunities to get involved in teaching in other ways. In fact, I have already been asked to help evaluate student presentations for two other courses that are part of the Environmental Science major. I am not worried about a lack of work.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Classes meet Monday-Saturday, and are scheduled in two hour blocks. The academic schedule looks like this: Classes 8:30-10:30, mandatory tea break for everyone from 10:30-11:00, classes from 11:00-1:00, lunch break from 1:00-2:00 when all offices on campus close, classes from 2:00-4:00 and 4:00-6:00, a break for an hour, then the last set of classes from 7:00-9:00. Most courses meet twice a week for two hours each time. The semester is 14 weeks long, with 12 weeks of classes and two weeks of exams at the end. Students usually take 5 or 6 classes each semester, and given the Ugandan secondary school system of "O" levels and "A" levels inherited from the British, most undergraduate programs are three years long rather than four. <br />
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The grading scale is also very different, with 80% and above = A, 70-80%= B, 60-70% = C, and 50-60%= D. Final exams in all courses are worth 50% of the course grade, with participation and various assignments and other quizzes/test making up the other 50%. A student is not allowed to sit for final exams unless he/she has at least 35% out of 50% in the various assignments and assessments completed prior to the final exam. To top it off, the GPA is calculated on a scale of 0-5. By the time I get all of this straightened out in my own mind, it will be time to head back to Purdue.</div>Beth Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05624686629756675434noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163238130541394074.post-6008603381585975942011-01-30T03:56:00.000-08:002011-01-30T03:56:13.390-08:00Hi, Muzungu!<!--StartFragment--> <br />
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</b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"></b><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“Hi, Muzungu” is what little children will shout when they see me (Beth) on the street.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is used casually in conversation. David went to get an ID card and the receptionist called his dean requesting a letter for him, explaining that he was a muzungu.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When we were introduced by Doug Fountain, an American, at our first church service, the Reverend Canon Frederick Baalwa thanked him for helping with “those Bazungu names”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It means “stranger”, or, maybe, “European or American”, or possibly, “a person who is always moving nervously”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is descriptive and not particularly insulting, as far as I can tell.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Of course, there are a fair number of bazungu at Uganda Christian University and Mukono, so people are used to seeing foreigners. More importantly, there is a sizable middle class in this college/truck stop town, and although jobs are scarce, even for college graduates, goods, food, transportation and medical care are available.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Universal Primary Education is a reality. People travel, have TVs and use the internet<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and no one seems surprised to see a muzungu on the street.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">My recollection of this word from Peace Corps Zaire in the early 80’s is not so benign.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was often followed by “Give me…” or said in a kind of snarky tone.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It was cringe-worthy.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every language had its word: Mondele in LIngala and Kikongo, Yovo<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(meaning peeled banana, if I recall correctly) in the Ivory Coast, Muzungu in Kiswahili.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">I saw a T-shirt on an American that said, “My name is not Muzungu”. True enough. My name is not Muzungu. It also isn’t Freckles, Red, Shorty, or Mom, but I’ve also been called those and didn’t take offense.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amaranth (dodo), tomatoes, melon, peppers and ntula (bitter eggplant)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal">Food is cheap (for us), varied and available.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Helen, who works for us, has taken me to the market several times to shop. This is good, because the market is big, dusty and overwhelms me. I walk five minutes to our local grocery, Mr. John B.D.M. Sentoogo’s Family Memorial House, at least once a day, and walk into Mukono several times a week to hit the ATM and several bigger groceries there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve been shopping in Kampala three times. A day there resembles a hot, dusty scavenger hunt, but you win if you score Cheese! Good bread! A vegetable peeler! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The local all-in-one emporium</td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Helen has made several delicious meals, although she is bemused by our tastes and wants me to teach her how to cook and bake muzungu-style. (Pause for the laughter to die down - I'm not the cook in the family.). This will increase her chances of being hired by bazungu after we leave, so I need to find some recipes. She has made tilapia fresh out of Lake Victoria, matoke (pounded unripe bananas), dodo (amaranth leaves), ugali (millet and cassava paste), nakati ( a green),<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>and fresh beans with local veggies.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"This is the meal I've been waiting for," he said. <br />
Dodo, matoke and chicken.</td></tr>
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">A note on the death in Mukono of David Kato, a Ugandan gay rights activist this week. Some of you may have seen it on CNN or elsewhere. We were unaware for several days that he had been attacked in his Mukono home.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There has been a spate of violent robberies in town lately, and it is possible that this incident, while tragic, is not related to his sexuality.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We feel safe here.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Anything can happen during the election of February 18, but more on that later.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">David: And now for sports!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The two major newspapers carry lots of news about international sports of all kinds.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>European football/soccer is huge here, usually getting top billing in the headlines and sometimes even more than Ugandan teams receive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Coppa Italia, the Premier League, AC Milan, Arsenal, and the 2022 World Cup are everywhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Every European player trade, every coach firing, every new salary negotiation makes it to the headlines and on the airwaves.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Football/soccer is clearly the #1 sport here, followed by basketball, volleyball, rugby, boxing, and cricket.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even the Australian Tennis Open made it to the top of the sports section headlines for a few days, even though very few Ugandans play tennis.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All of this reminds me of how xenophobic we seem to be about sports in the US, focusing only on OUR American version of football, or baseball, or basketball.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rarely do we get news in the US about European, African, South American, etc. competitions unless some US teams or athletes are involved.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</b></div><div class="MsoNormal">This just in: Another type of news you would never see in the US.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Tuesday’s <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Daily Monitor</i> newspaper had a story entitled, “Baboons exterminated” with a photo and caption that read, “Dead End: Carcasses of baboons killed by the vermin control team over the weekend.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To quote the article: “At least 30 baboons were counted dead and scores escaped with injuries … when a vermin control team raided their hideout after residents complained of destruction of their farms. … The animals that mainly feasted on cassava and pineapples are also said to have posed a threat to children and women as they go to fetch water from the wells… the baboons also interfere with normal school programmes as they often scare children going to school.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Residents say children have taken advantage of the presence of the baboons to dodge school.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s good to know that children everywhere are the same.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">We arrived eleven days ago. Conventional wisdom says that, after allowing one day for every hour of time difference to adapt, you are as good as new.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fully acclimated and on a new sleep schedule.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We are eight hours ahead of W. Lafayette, so the magic point was passed on Wednesday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /> <br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /> <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">We’re still sleepy. Our apartment is next to a busy part of town. Last night, there was what sounded like a revival meeting going on all night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Music, speeches, amplified noises, plus the normal evening revelers and boda-bodas till all hours. It’s a college town, after all, and this might be what it’s like to live in the student parts of Chauncey Village.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Desperately seeking earplugs…<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: Arial;">We had our Embassy briefing in Kampala on Monday. There were a lot of warnings about riding boda-bodas.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Presidential elections are coming up in late February and we also talked about that.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Kampala is an exhausting city for newcomers and we were glad to head home.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Drying dishcloths with the handy panty pegs</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">We have pretty steady electricity, and a brand new refrigerator and a little gas stove. We are feeling settled in. We have hired a woman named Helen to do the laundry and clean the house. Any clothes hung outside to dry need to be ironed to kill fly larvae. There's a cultural taboo against touching another person's underwear, so we have to wash that ourselves and dry it indoors. I had been going nuts for a week trying to find a piece of cord to hang as a clothesline in the bathroom. It turns out that there's a dandy little gadget called a "panty pegs" that does the job. Followers of Linda Anderson’s excellent blog, <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Citizen Green</span><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;"> (<a href="http://tippecanoegreen.blogspot.com/">http://tippecanoegreen.blogspot.com/</a>), know that she features an item she calls Stupid Plastic Crap every month.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Things like banana-shaped “banana keepers” make it to the feature.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The panty pegs definitely is not Stupid Plastic Crap, although it is a plastic square with a hook and clothespins attached. I'm bringing mine home. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">Plastic waste is everywhere here. I try to take the one reusable shopping bag that I brought to the stores to avoid using plastic bags. I naively thought that there would be readily available bags made of local materials, like I used in Peace Corps. I have not found these yet, but they must be here. We have two bins nearby for “burnable” and “non-burnable” waste, but they seem to be filled indiscriminately with any type waste.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Plastic falls under the “burnable” category and we smell or see trash fires several times a day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">It is hard not to compare this experience to our Peace Corps days in the Congo (no one calls it Zaire anymore).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the villages and towns there, the only burning smell was wood smoke. Many memories of Bukavu, where the Peace Corps Training Center was, are linked to the smell of eucalyptus burning. We rarely smell wood fires here.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span style="font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-family: Tahoma; mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;">David: This week I began working with colleagues in my department, Science and Technology. I will be co-teaching a health and wholeness class as well as an environmental health class.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These are not exactly my areas of expertise, but I am staying flexible. After all, this is supposed to be a professional development experience for me, too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This morning, I went to the first lecture for the health and wholeness class (600 students in an outdoor lecture hall that doubles as the location for church services on Sunday morning) only to find myself and the other teacher the only ones there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The schedule was changed but we didn’t know.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All week long (the first week of classes) the schedule (known as the “timetable” here) has been shifting, with lecturers who don’t like their assigned days and times trying to get things changed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This has resulted in quite a bit of confusion on the part of both teachers and students.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In principle, things should stabilize this next week.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><br />
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We arrived at Uganda Christian University approximately 45 hours after leaving our house in West Lafayette. It was around 2:00 a.m. local time on Wednesday morning. Four days later, we are still working on regularizing our sleep schedules, although it’s getting better. We flew from Indianapolis to Chicago, on to Brussels, Belgium, then to Kigali, Rwanda; and finally Entebbe, Uganda. The flights were not remarkable except for the transatlantic leg. The passengers in front of David talked the whole time – eight hours. I would have thought this was impossible, especially for people with such loud voices.<br />
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We have been here less than a week, but are learning quickly. We have a small but tidy flat near the science buildings that we are stocking bit by bit with amenities. Our fellow ex-pats have been tremendously helpful, especially the Fountain family, Americans who have been here for six years, and John Smith, a British former headmaster and chaplain, who fed us our first Ugandan meal.<br />
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David is still waiting to get specifics about his exact duties. We are busy enough in the meantime and reeling with the differences between our Peace Corps days 30 years ago in neighboring Democratic Republic of the Congo, and modern Uganda. More on that later. We miss everyone but can’t resist mentioning that the sun is shining every day here!<br />
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Cell phone numbers:<br />
Beth 011-256-791-749-622<br />
Dave 011-256-791-749-621<br />
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</tbody></table>Beth Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05624686629756675434noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163238130541394074.post-83055275818176364852010-12-28T06:57:00.000-08:002010-12-28T10:55:38.678-08:00Down to the wireIt's great to have had as long as we've had to prepare for this trip. David got the okay for it in April, 2010. That's also a little bit of a problem. No one prepares that far in advance. Well, maybe a few people do. You know who you are.<br />
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Health and safety issues: We had a 4-page health survey from Fulbright that had to be completed by a physician. We SHOULD have gone to the local Regional Occupational Care Center or Purdue's Health Center, both experienced in certifying overseas travelers and supplying inoculations. Instead, we did it piecemeal: Tippecanoe County Health Dept, ROCC, our physicians. I had about a gallon of blood drawn and ended up at the Lafayette Oncology Center, for reasons that still remain a mystery. The physician there had reviewed my blood work and couldn't figure it out, either. It was, indeed, good to have a lot of time to sort these things out.<br />
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Questions still remain. Should we have also gotten rabies and meningitis vaccines? Is a 30-year-old polio vaccine still effective? How much of portable pharmacy should we take with us? Most of the lists I've seen agree on basics like antibiotic cream, band aids and anti-diarrheals. I was also ready to purchase a snake bite kit until cooler heads prevailed. A snake bite kit? Really? <br />
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Malaria . In the 30 years since we were Peace Corps Volunteers in Zaire (now DRC), malaria prophylaxis has gotten complicated. In those days, Peace Corps supplied us with a weekly chloroquine dose in pill form so bitter that I can still conjure up the taste. The <a href="http://wwwnc.cdc.gov/travel/destinations/uganda.aspx">CDC</a>, The <a href="http://www.thesurgeryuganda.org/eye_articles.htm">Surgery in Kampala newsletter</a>, and Jill Clark (daughter of Barb and Gordon) were my best sources for current information. Malaria parasites are now resistant to chloroquine. Today's choices include doxycycline, an antibiotic; Larium, a weekly pill that can cause wicked nightmares and sometimes psychosis ; and Malarone, a daily pill that costs $7.80 a dose. (What? Does it contain platinum?) Fortunately, our insurance covers quite a bit of its cost. Some long-termers forgo any malaria prophylaxis and treat themselves if they feel a bout coming on. Understandable, given that pharmaceutical line-up.<br />
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We kind of feel, after all that, that we have a handle on health issues. That is, until the next question occurs to one of us in the middle of the night.<br />
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A big shout out here to the pharmacists at the West Lafayette Payless, Dr. Nancy DiMartino at the Lafayette Oncology Center, and Jill Clark for being so accommodating and nice during this process.Beth Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05624686629756675434noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163238130541394074.post-67484653309479820492010-12-23T08:38:00.000-08:002010-12-23T08:38:21.434-08:00Mysteries of the Global Supply ChainHere is a question for the economists: Why am I taking chocolate bars called "Uganda", purchased at the West Lafayette Walmart, to Mukono, where we are told, chocolate is in short supply? I'm happy to supply chocolate bars anywhere, since I understand the effects of chocolate deprivation all too well. It just seems that Uganda, source of cocoa beans, would make its own outstanding chocolate bars. This particular tasty treat arrived in West Lafayette via Belgium, if you can believe the packaging. It says, "Uganda is know for its generally tropical climate and fertile soils blessed by regular rainfall. Ugandan cocoa beans are highly sought after as consumers have discovered this exciting taste of Africa."<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_B-zQ9KmypCwLtSvO5f7Kdp6OHVZOrJXznTvXcV8_CGjko5efU1zjskNRlyz5SCgbxqjWk9HjTa-PSD1o_v972FgIM0NIW6L4ZHONconnrGE557I5wywRLSlht0I8N61P8APc_O3DY0/s1600/Ugandachocbar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW_B-zQ9KmypCwLtSvO5f7Kdp6OHVZOrJXznTvXcV8_CGjko5efU1zjskNRlyz5SCgbxqjWk9HjTa-PSD1o_v972FgIM0NIW6L4ZHONconnrGE557I5wywRLSlht0I8N61P8APc_O3DY0/s320/Ugandachocbar.jpg" width="151" /></a></div>Just saying.Beth Burnetthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05624686629756675434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9163238130541394074.post-68282412032879280732010-12-05T13:28:00.000-08:002010-12-23T08:25:50.229-08:00Beth and David get ready to go to UgandaThis will be the story of Beth and David heading back to Africa after twenty-six years away. We promise that it will be very exciting and may even contain a few old photos, some bad haiku and a few comments on the weather.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;">When we got married on June 19, 1982, we looked like this. </div><div style="text-align: justify;">We returned to Zaire (where we met as Peace Corps Volunteers)</div><div style="text-align: justify;">ten days later to be the assistant directors of the Peace Corps Training Center in Bukavu.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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