Kampala, Uganda

For the afternoon, we went to an Anglican Cathedral that was of significant importance to Ugandan history and missionaries’ unsuccessful attempt to Christianizing northern Uganda.  Small linguistic missteps can be tragic and change history- Douglas Adams was right. 

Speaking of Douglas Adams, I thought the preacher said that the fourth important thing in life to understand was Forty-Two!!  I was disappointed to realize he was saying "fortitude," but for a hot minute I thought this preacher was the most badass messenger of God ever. 

Well, today reminded me of my summer in Greece and the Native American community, which made me both nostalgic and sad.  Sad not because I missed Greece, but because of all the other ridiculousness.  In Greece the redheads and blondes were harassed, and don't get me wrong, I don't want to be harassed or incessantly hit on, but it would be nice to be acknowledged.  The same issues is here in Uganda.  Situations have occurred where it is as if I am not even there.  I'm not completely white, but I'm not sure exactly what I'm supposed to be.  It also makes me miss my Natives.  The music, dancing and humor reminds me of home, but at home I belong there. 

Uganda is beautiful.  People are very kind and polite.  Americans must come across as really rude bastards.  When I get a better internet connection I'll post pictures.