Now I am going to tell you guys about some off the work we do here. It’s not just boda-bodas and Rolex we do in Uganda.
There are some vocational schools that cooperate with CBS Pewosa (the NGO I work with). We have been there a few times now after Christmas. It’s a practical school where they learn about tailoring, now it’s 17 students there.
Fredrik and I have held some presentations for them about Norway and we made some discussion groups where we talked about trash management, critical thinking and other interesting topics. We usually do casual talk with the students and have some games. “HI HA HO” is a big success together with “stiv heks”.
We actualy got a suprise wisit from some Norwegain bloggers Komikerfrue and Sara Høydahl as well as the video editor Joakim Kleven. They are cooperating with Stromme to create promotial material.
In March we will start working for a school started with a loan from one of the saving groups that Pewosa work with. There we will teach kids in primary about English, math, science and maybe some other topics.
The two last weeks off February will be spent in East Uganda, Rwanda and Tanzania as we are going for a small tour around some of the countries in East Africa.
Hello again! Today I am going to tell you about stuff that never would happen in Norway. I am in this country far away from Norway lying on the Equator. Everything is very different here and you get surprised a lot, but some surprises are bigger.
The normal ways of transport in Uganda is either taxi or boda-boda. When I say taxi, I mean vans full of seats who drive around like busses and get stuck in the jam. Fredrik is somehow in love with them, but I have problems understanding why you want to get stuck in traffic for 2 hours in 35 degrees and getting a 5% chance to get bed bugs. While my teammate is enjoying bed bugs, I use boda-boda. It is a motorbike with a big seat you can use for transport. They are everywhere, and it is impossible to not find them.
The interesting part is what they manage to transport with the motorbike. They put fridges, couches, engines, anything big that they can’t lift is strapped on to the back of the boda. All these things are alien to me, but the weirdest thing I ever saw was this boda with six goats tied to it.
Everywhere you go you find either a chicken or a goat and that is totally fine. The problem was when a hen was inside the fence of our apartment, because it started the “singing” 4am and stopped like 7am. It literally stood half a meter from my window one morning.
Now I have stayed In Uganda’s capitol Kampala in soon three months. Here I have experienced a lot of interesting things like different food, weather, ethics, family relations and generally different values. For this post I am going to focus on the food part off my adventure.
So, if we go back to the start off my internship early in October, I remember that our first day we had no food in the apartment and it was late and we where hungry. Our natural instincts sent us out in the dark night to catch some food. We found this guy on the street making something called Rolex and that sounded like a good idea, so we tried that. Rolex is bread called chapati with rosted eggs and vegetables inside. It is very good and is still my favorite meal from Uganda. After no stomach problems from eating street food I was very happy, and the food issues where removed from the worry list. Until a few days later when we started to make our own food…
First homemade meal in Uganda was a yellow onion and tomato sauce in a pan, together with rice and chips. When I ate that meal, I had these rhetorical thoughts I my mind like, wow I would never ever have eaten this if it was not the cook. Next meal was a tiny bit less awful than the first one, but number three was a crispy one. With a crispy one I mean black burnt chips and chicken. You learn from your mistakes, isn’t that what peoples say? Most meals are improving, but they are still a just eatable cause we are making them ourselves. Fredrik and I agreed that the worst meal we would make was the burnt one, but Fredrik proved us wrong by food poisoning himself. Now you probably wonder if he burnt it black or put some venomous snakes in it, but no he just had a bit too much black pepper in it. The good thing about living in a big city is that they have many restaurants, which means that when you don’t want the terrible food you make, you can go out and eat at very nice restaurants.
In Uganda they don’t eat bread hundred times a day like we do in Norway, but they eat a lot off banana. I think you can almost get any food type in a banana version or matooke as they call it here. The more common uses off it is matoke (not ripe banana mash), grilled banana, yellow banana and a purple one they cook and serv together with dinner/lunch. In Uganda the lunch is a big meal compared to the Norwegian lunch. It changes you to a lazy person who wants to sleep. Our colleagues have commented on the way I am walking after eating lunch. That’s how “bad” it is. We eat lunch almost everyday from a lady called “Senga” meaning aunty in Luganda, her place is in the local market close to the workplace. There we eat rice, sweet potato, cooked purple banana, cabbage, pumpkin and meat or beans.