Uganda Love This

On Thursday morning, I walked into the office and asked to see the list of appointments the nurses had made while Twalib and I were away. As I mentioned before, it is only realistic for Twalib to see a max of 20 patients in a day by himself so we tell the nurses to book around 15 (to leave room for emergencies etc.) When I asked to see the book, I was handed a list with THIRTY patients each for both the 31st of June and 1st of July. Now for those of you that think this looks weird…that’s because its does. We now have 30 patients (which is too many anyway) booked for a day that doesn’t exist. These patients also do not have phone numbers so we cannot call and give them a new date. Needless to say the week of “June 31st” is going to be a chaotic one.

Minus the little scheduling “mishap”, everything has gone relatively smooth this past week. We were able to schedule all of the necessary meetings for the incoming team. In addition, I was able to practice the RHD registry consent forms with the nurses and acted as the patient while the nurses asked me the 14 pages of questions. I use to absolutely hate when teachers would say, “don’t just memorize this but make sure you understand” and I found myself saying it over and over. This whole process will definitely require some learning as we go along but hopefully the first week of enrollment will go smoothly, or as smoothly as things go here in Gulu.

On Thursday night, we had the whole gang over (Matt, Frankie, Lucy and Sophie) for dinner so that they could see our new house. We ordered Indian because Jess and I were both too lazy to prepare something. As we were sitting around chatting we noticed the biggest spider I have probably ever seen in my life. Instinctually, Frankie grabbed a broom and took a whack at it…Apparently this spider was so large because it was carrying all of its babies on its back…so when she made contact there were HUNDREDS of baby spiders scattering around our house. To make matters worse, she didn’t even kill the mom. I honestly wish I were making this up because I can’t get the image out of my head. I’m sure that the screams coming from our house were probably heard from a mile away. We were able to drown the babies with some cockroach killing spray (don’t even ask) but I probably woke up 5 times that night convinced that I was covered in spiders.

Managed to finally celebrate one of my favorite holidays

After our traumatic dinner, we decided to head to BJz for quiz night. Upon our arrival we were surprised to find that they made the executive decision to make June 18th St Patricks day. Every worker was wearing a large green Guinness hat and they had “tubes” of Guinness on sale. I’m pretty sure that Guinness sponsored this by sending their leftovers from actual St. Patricks Day to Uganda but nonetheless it was hysterical. We were once again stumped by some extremely challenging questions in quiz. My favorite was probably “which of these colors is a shade of blue?- beige, indigo or maroon. Challenging but we managed to come up with the right answer. I wont mention the details of the US government question that Jess and I got wrong. We are still a little ashamed. We managed to get 3rd place out of about 20 teams but are planning to head back this Thursday to redeem ourselves.

On Friday evening, Jess and I headed to the TAKS center for an art festival that was hosted by a group of Canadians in partnership with UYE (Ugandan Youth Entertainment), which is a local organization. Unfortunately the weather put a damper on some of the festivities that were originally planned such as dancing but nonetheless it was a very interesting evening. They had extremely talented locals doing live paintings and showed a bunch of short films that were produced locally. The whole group was so passionate about their work and you could definitely see the potential for growth within this organization. They ended by saying they hope to help inspire the creation of“ Africawood”, just like Hollywood, one day.

One of the extremely talented locals

Awesome sunset from TAKS

On Saturday, we all headed to Chobe Lodge one last time as a group. Sophie, Lucy, Matt and Frankie will all be leaving next weekend so we wanted to do something special for our last full weekend together. The Chobe Lodge is about 2.5 hours away from Gulu and will let you use the pool for a small fee. We laid by the pool almost all day and went on a few walks to observe some of the wildlife. It was honestly the perfect day and it made me so sad that some of the first friends I made here will be leaving.

The whole gang (minus Matt) at Chobe 

I am currently waiting on the arrival of the RHD/research team that is on their way to Gulu. Tomorrow we will be showing them an RHD clinic, giving them a tour of the hospitals, attending a few meetings and taking them to St. Mauritz. I am super excited for their visit and can’t wait for more details of our upcoming projects to take shape. 

PS- Happy Father’s Day to my favorite guy- wish I could be there to celebrate! I love you!

Well, its official. Even after a month and a half long hiatus, I cannot escape the name Emmy. I moved into my new house yesterday (which is absolutely fantastic) and hired a taxi to move my luggage from Sophie’s. When I got in the car, my driver asked me my name and I obviously said Amy (seriously Scheel? C’mon). After asking multiple times if it was Emmy for Emmanuel, I tried explaining that Amy is different and is not spelled the same way. I think he may have been a little confused because he then replied with “that’s weird, that’s a boys name in Africa. “ I think at this point it is what it is.

When I arrived at my new place I was honestly stunned. Our house is absolutely AMAZING. I am so lucky that Jessamy happened to run into this family and mention that she would need a place to stay. A British family of 4 headed back to the UK for summer break and offered us their completely furnished house with things I didn’t even know existed here such as a freezer, water filter, and a washing machine. They are letting us live here until September for next to nothing just so that someone is here to watch the house. We are located extremely close to town, the hospital (which is a huge bonus) and next to the hotel that has a pool. I don’t even want to think about having to find somewhere else to live come September because I’m pretty sure nothing close to this exists.

Not our chicken…but it waits at the front door like a dog.

side of the house

Every night, women come in to town and line up on the street for “the night market” with all the fruit/vegetables they tended to during the day. Sophie and her cousin Lucy decided that they wanted to fundraise for their good friend Denis, who has a learning disability, so that he can have enough money to enter a soccer league. They made jackfruit pie and mango passion fruit pie from scratch and just plopped themselves down next to some Acholi women selling bananas and went for it. If I thought people stared a lot before…you should have seen the puzzled faces for this spectacle. So many locals walked by asking what was going on. Luckily one of our friends, who is fluent in Acholi, was there to help communicate with them. No one here has ever heard of pie so lets just say they were very confused. Nonetheless they sold almost 8 pies and raised about $35 (which is a ton of money here).

Sophie and her cousin Lucy selling pie

Over the last 3 days, the nurses and I have continued to prepare for the upcoming visit in addition to preparing the schedule of patients for when Twalib returns to the clinic. It is honestly heartbreaking seeing patients come in, extremely sick, asking for an appointment and told to come back in the middle of July. The nurses told me that people had been coming in Twalib’s absence saying that they were going to die if he didn’t come back. This is absolutely nothing against Twalib for he was offered an amazing opportunity for training in India, which will ultimately make him a better physician. We have 12+ cardiologists in some of our hospitals in the U.S. while here they have ONE for an entire region. It’s like having 1 cardiologist for all of Maryland. I can only imagine the line that is going to form when we see our first patients on the 30^th of June. Everything spreads by word of mouth like wildfire here; once one person knows Twalib will be back, everyone will. Sadly it is just unrealistic to see more than ~20 patients a day.

Happy Wednesday everyone!

Before I go any further, I would like to thank my parents for their constant support. Without them none of this (including the ability to type this blog post) would be possible. Now if you ask any of my friends, they will tell you that if something strange and unlucky is going to happen to someone its going to happen to me (like that time I got pulled over by a bike cop). Upon my arrival in the States in April my computer started to work very slowly and then suddenly stopped working all together. When I brought it to the Apple store they were both amused and quite frankly disgusted to find that my computer had bugs. Not a virus, but actual, physical bugs that had eaten away at my hard drive. I am currently typing on a new computer, which I have successfully (hopefully) bug-proofed this time around.

Now, on to my trip back to Uganda. My travel experience was long, but very uneventful-only one 30minute delay. I also couldn’t help but laugh when my extremely white, British pilot stood at the door and said “ welcome home” to every African appearing person as they exited the plane. Side note: half of these people live in London. Probably one the most politically incorrect things I have witnessed but he was such an upbeat and happy person that I couldn’t hold it against him.

Just me and some equipment doubling as a pack mule. Don’t worry-Paul had me put all of it on in the parking lot and waddle around to make sure I could handle it

Its funny how familiarity can make a seemingly hard transition that much easier. When I arrived in January I remember going through all the what ifs in my head- “what if no one is there to pick me up?” “who do I call and where do I go?” “What if my bags don’t show up?” This time around these things didn’t even cross my mind. Would they have been inconvenient? Absolutely-but I am now in a country that I feel relatively safe in, know my way around in and know who to call if something doesn’t go as planned. The drive from the airport to Kampala felt just like a drive home from BWI would feel.

By the time I arrived to my hotel in Kampala it was almost 2:00am on Saturday morning. Seeing as though it was only 7pm on the East Coast, I was wide-awake. I took advantage of the decent Wi-Fi at the hotel and streamed the Women’s world cup game that was on at 3am local time; since it is the only game I will probably be able to see while over here. I know people always say that when changing time zones you should get up at a decent hour to make the transition easier. I had plans to wake up at 9:30…but may have accidently slept until 2:30. Needless to say my internal clock is still a bit messed up after that. My Saturday included a trip to the phone store so that I could buy a Ugandan SIM card. This means that I will be unreachable on my US number/through iMessage like I was last time. The plus side is that I have a data plan and should be well connected throughout my time here (PS- WhatsApp is probably the best way to reach me) .

On Sunday morning I began the 6.5hr trek up to Gulu. It usually takes between 5.5-6hours but for some reason the construction delays were worse than usual. To put this into prospective, the drive is only about 215 miles, a trip that would take 3.5 hours in the States (or 4 if my mom is driving). This just shows how horrible the road conditions are.

I am currently crashing at Sophie’s place (which is conveniently located next to the hospital) until Tuesday when I get to move into my new house (more details to come)! Literally could not have been more excited to see her! Its so comforting seeing a familiar face.

This morning I will be meeting up with the nurses to plan for the arrival of some very important, key players in our upcoming research. The arriving team consists of research and RHD experts from all over the world including South Africa, the U.S, Switzerland, Tanzania and Uganda. Super excited to see what my first week back has in store!

PS- Happy Anniversary to these cool kids- lucky to call them my parents!

*while I have internet access on my phone, I am no longer living in a place with WiFi access. I will do my very best to post 3 times a week like last time.

My Dad does this thing where if its an important day in my life or its Christmas or I simply wont get out of bed…he comes into my room blaring “ Let’s get it started” By Pink (secrets out dad). Seeing as though I spent my last night up in NJ without him, I would like to thank my brother for stepping in and waking me up with “Africa” by TOTO. Although I may have wanted to hit you at the time, it really did put me in the right mindset for the adventure I am about to embark on.

When I originally found out that I would have 7 weeks home instead of 2, I could have never imagined how fast my time in the States would fly. During this time I got to spend a week at the beach with college friends, go on a wonderful family vacation and attend an absolutely beautiful wedding ceremony for an old friend. I want to take a second to thank all of my family and friends who took the time to meet up with me during this time and everyone that saw me off for the second time.

Time to answer your questions-

1. Why are you going back?

To be honest- I’m sure I will question this decision once or twice during the next, less than comfortable, 25 hours of travel. However, as hard as it is for some of you to believe (hi Meg), I truly did enjoy my first 3 months in Uganda and I wouldn’t trade the experience I had for the world. Of course there were some challenging days but overall each day was rewarding in its own way and I made some amazing friends along the way. I am returning to continue RHD work and it makes everything worth it knowing, and truly believing, that this will save someone’s life.

2. What are you doing this time?

Well, this question is not as straightforward as last time. Over the next 6 months I will be facilitating multiple small projects as well as helping start one huge project come September. First and foremost, we will be launching an RHD registry for Gulu and the surrounding area. By enrolling current RHD patients, as well as future ones into this database, we will be able to track their symptoms, penicillin adherence and their location. In addition to the registry, I will be helping perform a needs assessment of district hospitals in Northern Uganda. This will assess current protocol surrounding RHD diagnosis, treatment and referrals. After the assessment is completed, we will then train non-experts in handheld echocardiography to improve the accuracy of diagnosis and efficiency of referrals. 

That’s all I’ve got-next update will be from 7,000 miles away!

See you all at Christmas time!

xoxo

Emmy

I am currently writing this post from London Heathrow Airport at the same coffee shop that I sat in hours before my flight to Uganda. It’s crazy to think that this was almost 3 months ago. So much has happened during this time yet I feel like it was just yesterday.

Tuesday, my final day in Gulu, was stressful, heartwarming and extremely sad all at the same time.

Stressful-As I mentioned previously, organizing the shipment of our blood samples was a bit of a challenge and things continued to fall apart throughout the week. Without getting in to too many details there was essentially a communication meltdown with the company we were working with. This meant that they would not be able to pick the samples up until Wednesday afternoon, after I had already left. After our team put so much work into this project I just really wanted to see everything through and ensure that it was packaged correctly so that I can sleep at night-I honestly think I may have a heart condition after this week. Good news is I received confirmation upon arrival in London that the samples were successfully picked up and are en route-now I just have to have faith in the system (easier said than done)

Heartwarming-On Tuesday night I had the entire project team over to my guesthouse for a thank you dinner. Every single one of our volunteers worked so hard over the past 2 ½ months and the project simply would not have been possible without them. As I thanked them, each of them stood up and made a little speech. They addressed me with some of the kindest words I have ever received and even presented me with my first ever Katenge (the local fabric) dress as a gift! I know that money is very tight but they put so much thought in to it and had even been trying to pick up on what my favorite colors were over the past couple of weeks. I think with everything that was happening with the blood samples I lost sight of how fortunate I was to get to know these people and this dinner really put that into perspective for me. Unfortunately my camera died before we took pictures but here is a picture of my lovely Katenge dress. They said I can “wear it everyday in the US”-I’ll let you know about that.

Extremely Sad– After dinner on Tuesday, Sarah, Ieasha, Helen and Sophie had plans to come over so that we could say goodbye (and they could eat the left over Iron Donkey cake from my team dinner). Unfortunately after our team dinner Twalib and I realized that we needed to go back to the hospital to get some last minute forms. I did not get back to my place until around 10:30-11 but all of them were waiting for me when I returned. We shared some cake, glasses of red wine and laughed like nothing was about to change. I simply can’t express how lucky I was to make the friends that I did. Living in a foreign country, especially one that is so drastically different than your own can be extremely challenging. When there are people going through the exact same thing as you it makes the transition that much easier. There is no doubt in my mind that I will see Sarah and Ieasha again however driving back up to Gulu will be extremely tough knowing they are not going to be there. Luckily I will have two more weeks with Sophie when I get back.

THE cake. Oh yea…ofoyo=apwoyo…oops

On Wednesday morning Twalib and I left Gulu around 8 in the morning. After a 7-hour trek we arrived at his house, which is right outside of Kampala. I spent the afternoon with his wife and 4 children until heading to the airport at 7pm. His kids, 5, 1 ½ and 3 months old (twins) are probably some of the cutest kids on earth. We played and enjoyed some dinner and finally said our goodbyes. Twalib took me to the airport and after sitting in 3 hours of traffic we finally arrived. I hugged Twalib goodbye knowing that I will see him in May when he comes to DC and made my way into the airport. Once inside I proceeded to be individually screened at every security checkpoint and drilled with questions about what was inside my bag. After THREE checkpoints and no one finding anything…London security found a KNIFE on the first try. I guess it had been sitting in the bottom of my bag from our picnic at Chobe-never a dull moment.

Twalib’s son Timmy and I

As I finish this post in Paris, anxiously awaiting my parent’s arrival, I can’t help but reflect back on my time in Uganda. Although there are images I wish I could forget, I will never stop thinking about the people there-how loving and welcoming they were even through their daily hardships. I am truly blessed to have had this experience and so lucky that I get to return. Uganda-its not goodbye, its see you later.

With my departure less than 72 hours away (but who’s counting?) this will probably be one of my last posts for this trip. Truly is a shame since after 2 ½ months my mom has finally figured out how to leave a comment on my blog.

I had the best last weekend I could have asked for and got to spend it with some of the people that have made this trip so unforgettable. On Friday night a huge group of us went to Absinna, the Ethiopian restaurant, and ended up having a 3-hour dinner full of laughs (PS Ethiopian food is growing on me). Matt and Sinead, who work at Lacor Hospital, brought some of their co-workers who are also volunteers. They were a lot (A LOT) older than the rest of us and I couldn’t help but laugh because they reminded me so much of my grandparents. Barbara, one of the older volunteers, kept asking Iesha if she was Acholi and how long it takes for her to do her hair…..If you’ve met my family you know my grandfather can make some inappropriate remarks so even though Ieasha, who is so obviously a westerner, was less than amused, I couldn’t help but laugh.

On Saturday I had plans to go to yoga but accidentally slept through it. I didn’t set an alarm because in my whole time here I have never slept past 9:30. Oh well. In the afternoon I went shopping to find a vest for my murder mystery outfit , which was an amusing experience to say the least. Here they will try to make a sale no matter what. So even though I was buying a vest from the “men’s dress store” (aka a couple of dress shirts and coats hanging under a wood overhang) she kept telling me how great it looked and that I should buy more. FYI- I looked like an idiot. In the afternoon I went to a cultural fair that they were hosting at an organization called TAKS. They had different Ugandan dances and a few crafts. Unfortunately after being there for only 15 minutes it started to pour. We had to wait about an hour for it to let up before leaving. As we walked out they had “the rappers” come on stage and some were even rapping with Eminem in the background. …

On Saturday night I went to a Murder Mystery Party that was hosted by the girls I met that work for 31 bits. It was held at Combonis, the good pizza place, and we all had such a good time. It was essentially every single volunteer that is in this area (plus a few visitors) and it was such a good way to meet people. As Casey Saber the sword swallower, I took an Aladdin approach. Everyones costumes looked so good and you could tell that people put a lot of thought and effort into their outfits. I was even able to make a sword out of a cardboard box (after I removed the mouse that was chilling in it…) and was lucky enough that the Iron Donkey gave me some aluminum foil. I found a couple toy guns in the market but was not able to find a sword. If I had wanted a machete though I could have bought one for $2…horrifying. I was probably one of the worst actors at the party but that didn’t surprise me. I definitely enjoyed the social aspect more than trying to figure out who the murderer was. I do have to say that the way these parties are planned and how all of the characters are intertwined is pretty impressive.

What can I say-I’m an artist

On Sunday I went back to Chobe with Sophie, Helen, Matt and Frankie. This is definitely one of my favorites spots and we got so lucky with the weather we had- I was actually able to get some color. We spent most of the day just laying by pool and then went and sat by the Nile to eat the picnic lunch that we had brought. Halfway through our lunch we were greeted by a pack of 6 elephants! We got to eat the rest of our lunch watching them play in the water- probably the best lunch view I’ve ever had. After getting too much sun we decided to call it a day around 5 and headed back to Gulu. On our way out of the gamepark we turned a corner and were greeted by a lone bull elephant…..it turned and lifted its trunk as if it were going to advance and then stopped once it saw us backing up…one of those moments where no one could speak for about 10 minutes after since we all just saw our lives flash before us. Matts small rav-4 would have been no match for the 12-ton elephant. Still freaks me out just thinking about it.

Elephants joining us for lunch

I spent this morning trying to get everything in order for our blood samples to be shipped to the States. In true Ugandan fashion I think everything that could possibly go wrong has been going wrong. I’m praying that everything goes smoothly in the next 2 days and that they arrive safely-obviously there is a lot riding on this. Pretty sure my heart rate is 20 beats faster than it should be at the moment.

Matt and Frankie are having a bunch of us over for dinner tonight and it will probably be the last time that I get to see a lot of my friends before I go-definitely bittersweet. Super excited to see my family and friends but I will  miss these people so much and its even sadder knowing most of them won’t be here when I return. The friendships I’ve made are definitely what I will miss most (with fresh bananas and avocados as a close second).

See you all soon!

Picture this- You’re 15 and about to have your first child with a man that is 18 years older than you, but that’s the norm. You have a beautiful baby girl and you’re very happy. This man then fools around and becomes HIV+ and unbeknownst to him, transmits it to you. Flash forward 18 years and 4 additional children. You lose your husband to HIV, your two year-old passes away and no doctor will tell you why, and your 16 year old drowns in a nearby creek. It’s hard to imagine experiencing anything like this in your life, especially the loss of a child. It’s even harder to understand how someone who is 33 years old has already been through that…twice. Unfortunately this nightmare was a reality for one of the family members that we screened this week.

As I get more and more excited to return to the states, dreaming of tap water and ice cubes, experiences like this really bring me back to reality and remind me why I am here. I know that it will be easy to fall back into my daily routine but I know that I will constantly be thinking about the people that I will be leaving behind and looking forward to my return in June.

Today I had the opportunity to shadow one of the Canadian doctors that is here for a month. We spent the morning rounding on the male medical ward and once again, it was such an eye-opening yet heartbreaking experience. Of the 10 patients that we saw, 9 are HIV positive and 5 have suspected TB (yes mom I was wearing a mask). One of the patients was a 28-year-old -male who has Kaposi Sarcoma all over his body due to HIV infection. He ignored his HIV symptoms and finally came to the clinic this week when he could barely walk. From my understanding if someone has KS then they fall into the AIDS category. It seems to be a common theme here that people ignore health symptoms hoping that they will go away. This is even more unfortunate because with the ARV’s that are available today, even here, if you stick to your treatment the prognosis is usually pretty good. Another one of our patients was suffering from TB/HIV. He could not move and probably weighed around 75lbs. His daughter kept asking if they could go home so that he could die there and she could move on with her life. Here, if you want to be fed or looked after at the hospital you need an “attendant” which is usually one of your family members. They usually end up staying at the hospital, sleeping wherever they can find space. If no one in your family can stay with you, you pray that someone else’s family will share with you or you simply don’t eat. Just another example of how lucky we are to live where we do.

In other news, rainy season seems to be in full swing. Yes, I will be returning to the States paler than when I came since the sun seems to have disappeared for good. My clothes are covered in brick red mud and I honestly can’t wait to have a washer and dryer. Seriously, God bless whoever has to sit next me on the plane……Its really funny to me that it rains 75% of the year here yet everyone is deathly afraid to be caught in it. When I left the hospital the other day it started to drizzle. Everyone else was waiting under an overhang hoping it would stop (even though it always gets worse) and they said to me “ why are you walking? Aren’t you scared of the rain?” Machete attacks, getting hit by a boda, and malaria-these are things that I’m “scared of” in Gulu. Rain? Probably dead last on my list.

As for this weekend a group of us plan on going to the Ethiopian restaurant tonight (3^rd times a charm?) and to then see where the night takes us. Tomorrow night the girls from 31 bits are hosting a “murder mystery party” and I have been given the part of Sword Thrower…They say that every year there are 2 categories of people; the ones that get really into it and those that socialize and forget they should be acting. Pretty sure we all know which category I will fall into. I also don’t think walking to their party with “a sword” is the type of attention I want to draw to myself soooo I’ll let you know what my costume ends up being.

The countdown is very real right now. I am leaving Gulu in 5 days and this time next week, I will be in Paris! Hope everyone has a great weekend!

I simply cannot believe how fast my time here has flown by. It seems like just yesterday I was waking up to make the trip to Gulu for the very first time. I guess its true what they say-time flies when you’re having fun.

On Saturday I spent most of the day at you guessed it-the Iron Donkey. Since the hard copies of all of the forms we used for the study will be staying in Gulu, I have to make sure that everything is uploaded correctly before I leave. This task is by no means hard it can just be very time consuming, especially since some of the families we enrolled were composed of 10+ members. In the evening, a bunch of us headed over to Sophie’s (where I will hopefully be living when I return!) to enjoy some pizza and beer. We had intentions of watching a movie but we ended up chatting for hours instead-something we could probably do for days. We all have such different schedules and different experiences during the week and its nice to tell stories at the end. (Sophie and Helen are doctors so I may enjoy their stories more than the rest of my friends..)

Easter Sunday happened to be Sarah’s birthday so I spent a majority of the day celebrating with her. I had full intentions of attending mass in the morning but I could not find anyone to go with me and with current events, being a westerner in a church was not exactly where I wanted to be. Once again hoping that the big man will forgive me. At around noon a bunch of us met at Iron Donkey for brunch. If you think I’m a regular, Sarah gets the gold star. She has been in Gulu since the fall and it’s definitely her favorite spot (rightfully so). They don’t normally do brunch but since it was their favorite customers birthday, they made an exception. And let me tell you- it was absolutely delicious. They served us scrambled eggs, sausage and pancakes (see mom-mom I’m having no trouble eating here….) We spent the afternoon just hanging out and not doing much else. It rained the whole weekend, which brings the number of activities to do in Gulu down to about zero.

The crew at brunch

The birthday girl

In the evening I headed out to Sarah’s house where a group of us had dinner, cake and some birthday cocktails. Unlike in the US where many places are closed on Easter it is the exact opposite here. At night we went to Signature, a local bar, expecting it to be fairly empty-WRONG. You would have thought that it was New Years Eve. The bar (or “nightclub” as they like to call it) was jam-packed. Apparently since most people take off work for Easter Monday, Easter Day is one of the biggest party days of the year. We spent about an hour at Signature and then headed to BJ’s, which is an outdoor bar/restaurant (the one which hosts trivia). This is known for being the “Mzungu” hangout and since so many people were out I was able to meet a lot of volunteers I had never talked to before. There really are a lot of volunteers here; you just have to find them. Even 2 weeks ago I met a girl from North Carolina named Jessamy who is my age. Turns out she’s good friends with someone in my sorority-small world!

Honestly don’t know what I would have done without these two

Monday was really uneventful. I went over to Sarah and Iesha’s place and we watched “Unbroken” in the afternoon. Honestly, we all thought that it was going to be much better than it was. Thanks for letting us down Angelina. On my way home from their place the sky turned black and it looked like a hurricane was about to hit. I still haven’t gotten use to how fast it goes from sunny to stormy here (even though I experience it everyday). Good news is I found out that its not really rainy season…its more like rainy year. The “season” goes until about the end of November and apparently in August, the roads are just closed because you can’t move. As my European friends would say, “lovely, just lovely.”

As for this week, I am tying up lose ends and helping the nurses get organized. Since Twalib is leaving 2 days after me and will not be returning until June, we have been making a list of duties to keep them busy while he is away.

This morning was the monthly injection clinic so I helped the nurses in anyway that I could. Even 2 months later it still shocks me how these kids come and wait in line for up to 2 hours and do not complain. There were even some Outpatients who came from very far to see Dr. Aliku. Unfortunately he will not be in Gulu until tomorrow so they are just going to “spend the night” at the hospital on whatever floor or empty bed that they can find.

One week from today I will be leaving Uganda and heading to France to see my wonderful parents and I could not be more excited! Although my time here passed with a blink of an eye it definitely feels like it has been 10 months since I have seen them.

Lastly, I want to give a huge shout out to Anne, one of my best friends from high school. She is the reason behind why I was given the opportunity to have an article published for the online journal “America Within”- check it out here.

That’s all I’ve got. Happy hump day.

I know I know, it’s been awhile. I honestly have no excuse other than I’ve been exhausted. I have a lot to fill you guys in on so I’ll start where I left off.

On Tuesday we continued to enroll families into the study and were able to see 10 more. For some reason this week did not go as smoothly as the previous weeks. It had nothing to do with the actual images we obtained or the blood collection, everything just wasn’t as fluid and it took a lot more time than usual. I think everyone was still recovering from the previous week where we saw 30 families and in reality, so was I. In the afternoon I headed to Gulu Prison for my last school visit/recruitment for controls with one of our nurses, Rose. As we exited the hospital we knew that we had about 5 minutes to get to the school before getting absolutely drenched. I’m new to the whole “wet season” thing but what I’m learning is that the storms come on fast and they come on strong. About 1 minute after entering the main office it proceeded to downpour and did not let up for the next 50 minutes. We gathered 7 kids under a tin overhang and attempted to explain the study. As most kids would be, they were more concerned with the rain and the potential to play in it rather than what we had to say. We must have somehow gotten through since 6/7 of them showed up the following day!

Aftermath of the rain

We waited for the rain to lighten up and ended up leaving around 5. I live about 20 minutes walk from the school and decided to walk home since it was only drizzling. What I hadn’t experienced up to this point was the complete lack of a drainage system here. The main road that I needed to walk on was completely flooded and getting home proved to be more of a challenge than I expected. Luckily I was wearing my super waterproof Sperry’s…yes 3 days later they are still soaked and yes a bunch of school children laughed at me when I stepped in a puddle. I haven’t decided if I like the rainy season more than dry season or not. I think it’s probably a lose-lose situation. I do like that it is a lot cooler and that I am even comfortable in a long sleeve shirt (some people have whipped out their scarves and hats for the 60 degree weather…). I was however getting pretty good at hiding how dirty my clothes actually were BUT you cant really do that when they are covered in mud.

Wednesday was our last busy day for enrolling families and we saw around 8. Once again it wasn’t as smooth as normal but I think everyone was just excited about the prospect of finishing. In the evening Twalib came over so that I could help him fill out his online visa application for India, which was rather comical. Obviously when applying for a visa they want every piece of information. They kept asking for addresses but they simply do not have house numbers here. His application currently says that he lives at the hospital (which is “technically” true) and even that doesn’t have a true address. After applying for his visa we continued our Wednesday night movie tradition and watched Slumdog Millionare, which neither of us had seen before. Because Twalib will be going to India for 2 months, which was up in the air when I made my original plans, I will now be home for a month and a half and wont return to Uganda until June. Super excited that I get extra time with family and friends.

Now for the exciting part—On Thursday we officially hit our target and ended the study with a total of 125 families! It feels amazing to not only have finished but to have finished with a week to spare. This now gives me time to first breathe and to second upload all of the data without being rushed before I go back to the States. Can’t believe that I will be leaving Uganda in 12 days-time flies!

The team and I on our last day of enrollment

As for this weekend, Easter here is a huge affair. They even celebrate Easter Monday and “Easter Tuesday”. I plan on not doing much tomorrow which I honestly could not be more excited about. Sarah’s birthday is on Sunday so I will be spending it with my small Gulu family, cooking dinner and doing whatever else she would like to do. I will definitely miss being with family this weekend but I know that I will be reunited with them soon. Did you hear that Mom-mom?-I will be home safe and sound in 17 days!

I hope everyone has a wonderful Easter with family and friends!

Right at the start of our safari!!!!

On Saturday morning we set off bright and early to Kidepo National Park, which borders Kenya and Sudan. Let me tell you-one way to test a shaky stomach; cram as many people as you can in one car and then drive on dirt roads for 5 hours and see if you survive. Add to the mix that our driver had “Greatest Hits-Love edition 1&2” on repeat for the whole drive, and it’ll really test you as a person. I know it’s a classic but if I ever hear “I will always love you” by Whitney Houston again, it’ll be too soon.

Entrance to Kidepo

We got there around 10:30, which is much earlier than we had anticipated. Excited by the extra time we would have to drive around and look for animals, we headed straight into the park after a picnic lunch. Unfortunately 2 minutes into our drive it started to rain. And by rain I mean torrential downpour. Visibility was close to nothing so we decided to head to our accommodation and wait for it to lighten up a little. We stayed in bandas that were directly in the safari park. It was awesome because this area wasn’t fenced in at all so wild animals were free to roam in and out of the area, including some zebras! We headed out for about 3 hours at dusk in hopes of seeing some lions but came back at dark after not seeing anything but zebras, buffalo, Jackson heart beast and gazelles.

Our bandas for the night

Abdu, Sarah and I before our afternoon excursion

By nightfall the rain had subsided and the campsite we were staying at built a bonfire for everyone. We all gathered round and ate the chicken and rice that they served for dinner (I’ll let you know how it is once I stop chewing….) and enjoyed some of the wine that we had brought with us. Kidepo is absolutely beautiful but I do have to say that this may have been one of my favorite parts of the whole trip. We spent the whole evening laughing and discussing extremely insightful topics such as One Direction, the difference between drunk Americans and drunk Europeans, and if we could invite 3 celebrities to a dinner party who they would be (very serious stuff). I felt like I was at home with all of my girlfriends and its so comforting to know that I have found that here. Knowing we were getting up at 5:30 in the morning we called it a night around 11pm.

Sunset over Kidepo

In the morning we had a quick breakfast and then headed to the safari vehicle that we had rented for the morning. We had been driving around in the car that Sarah had managed to rent from work but we decided that we should rent a real safari vehicle at least once so that we could get some great pictures. As we were waiting for our guide to show up….it started to pour again. He tried to tell us that we should wait an hour, but we insisted on leaving then and I am so happy that we did. For starters lions are usually only active really early in the morning and 2. We only had 24 hrs in the park and needed to get out on time. The gatekeeper was very lenient when we first arrived but once he found out that Stuy and I were Americans he decided to tell us that we would have a huge fee if we missed our departure time by any amount of time.

We hopped in the car and proceeded to get soaked. To be honest for the first hour or so we all thought we may have made a mistake. The rain continued and we could barely see anything. Then our luck changed and a cheetah ran directly in front of our vehicle!! Cheetahs are extremely hard to spot on safaris. Our guide said that he had only seen 1 other one this whole entire year! We continued on for about 2 more hours and accepted the fact that we probably wouldn’t see any lions. THEN about 20 minutes before we were supposed to end we spotted 2!!! We could not have asked for better luck and they probably couldn’t have been any closer (unless we wanted to die). It was such a cool experience to see lions in the wild and it definitely was one of the highlights of the trip!

Ready to brave the rain

some cool cats

After that we headed back to our vehicle and made the 5-hour trek to Gulu. It was such an awesome weekend and I’m so happy that I got to spend it with such wonderful people! Hope everyone had a great weekend and has an even better week!