Living the Indian Jones Ride.

We have to go to Kampala often and the
ride gives me flash backs to riding the Indian Jones ride at
Disneyland. When I first made that connection I thought it seemed
like fun, because you know, Disneyland is fun... but then I realized
‘NO, this is not fun... this is my life.'

I sent this email to my friend but I
was reading it to someone here and they thought it might be a funny
representation of a little piece of my life here in Uganda.

Sorry for the lack of proper English
used and for the long run on sentences... I don't write properly
(ever really) but especially not in an email...

"I was in the car FOREVER yesterday...
me and nita went to entebbe to pick up jenessa from the airport and
its like 4 hours away to get there and 4 hours back. And the taxi
man (named Abus.. ha abus drives a taxi and we all think that that is
funny...) drives with the windows down so you breathe truck exhaust
until you almost would rather not breathe anymore and then the road
is just two lanes so he is bobing and weaving around trucks and taxi
vans and you play chicken with the other cars so now you are holding
your breathe cause of the exhaust and also because of the high
possibility of a head on collision... I still feel nauseous today I
was so car sick... but me and nita had a real fun time hanging out
just the two of us and it was great to get to visit with jenessa on
the way back with out everyone crowding around ya know... and then
nita and jenessa fell asleep in the back and I was in the front with
Abus who doesn't speak ANY English he just sorta grunts in
different tones to imply that he knows what you asked him and grunts
in a different tone to say yes or whatever. I really really like
Abus... but anyway so I was just having a lot of good time to think
about stuff cause I can only really smile at Abus and I would rather
he just be focused on the sketch dark road and not on what I am
trying to say to him... but anyway the whole point of me saying any
of this was that I was thinking a lot about my dad coming (I am going
to come back to Uganda and stay with him and Kirk, my dads BFF... he
would probably not approve of me calling Kirk his BFF like a 4^th
grade girl but he isn't reading this and I think it is kinda funny
to say ha... in Torroro while he is here...) and..."

Well I guess I was wrong about my dad
not knowing I referred to his friendship with Kirk like a 4^th
grade girl... the secrets out. But I suppose I have better things to
worry about than keeping the secret... like how I will survive my
next Uganda driving trip.