I had so many grand plans with my blog . . . but Uganda has a magical way of making the weeks past quicker than you can say “TIA” (definition: abbreviation of “This Is Africa”, a commonly used phrase mainly used in times of frustration e.g. when policeman ask for a $100 bribe for standing still too long, when only one thing on the menu is available that day but you don’t feel like a boiled egg with a goat kebab).
Before I delight you all with amusing tales of my days here I thought the best way to start is to describe my typical day (although there is certainly no typical type of day here i.e. TIA):
0300 - Wake up to the sounds of dogs fighting, roll over and think of buying a slingshot
0700 - Start the day with vegemite on toast, got to have a reminder of home
0800 - Wander down to Malaika Babies Home and try to avoid the pot holes that resemble craters and the drivers that treat the road as a Formula 1 racetrack
0830 - Detour into the babies home to say good morning to our beautiful babies. Greetings from the bubs are mixed – some give huge hugs, others give a mouthful of saliva. I can’t explain what an amazing start to the day it is when the first thing you see is a gummy smile and a room full of gorgeous, but more importantly, extremely happy and content babies.