Yesterday was mine and Julia’s last day at Clay House, so
around 11, we found ourselves on the infamous mutatu to Mbarara. I was in the back seat with a mother, her 3
children, and some other lady (surprisingly enough, not horribly
uncomfortable). Anyway, I’m sitting
directly next to the mother who is carrying her ~10 month old baby on her
lap. Of course I start making playful
faces to him and as he has probably never seen a white person before he
originally just stares blankly at me. However,
~an hour and a half into the journey, we have become a little more comfortable
with each other. It is around this time
that mom decides it’s time to breast-feed.
This is not an irregular sight in Uganda, but what made this particular
experience awesome was that this little kid turned, looked right at me with his
big eyes as if to say “wish me luck”, grabbed that breast like a cheeseburger
and dove right into it. It was even
better around the 3rd feed, when he started to grab on with one
hand, and hit me with his free hand until I would watch him eat. TIA.
It’s funny that I was so nervous about coming and now I wish
I could stay longer. It was sad to leave
everyone and it really sucks that most of the friends I made here don’t live on
the same continent. And those that do,
will be living in the Midwest shortly. I’m
not good with goodbyes, so even though I just spent a month in an entirely
different culture, these last few days have actually been the most emotionally
draining. Alas, all good things must
come to an end. Now I’m day 2 of the 6
day journey back to Philadelphia. I’ll
be stopping over in Georgia to debrief, after which I’ll probably write
something meaningful and reflective. As
for now…I’m exhausted from today’s travels.
See you all soon.
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