As the end of my time in Bundibugyo is in sight I am trying to savor every moment. The warmth of the sun... lately a little too warm. Walking up the dusty road, kids calling my name and jumping excitedly at a white person sighting (you would think this would loose some of its thrill over time). Dinner with my neighbor Naume was full of moments to savor.
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Naume stirring the g-nut sauce
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I went a little early to help with the cooking. We were having one of my favorites... ground nut sauce. With heavy pestle in hand I set to pounding. I still have not gotten the arm muscles to do this very effectively and Naume had to come to my aid a few time. Kids from the neighborhood started to gather and kicked a beach ball around. We sat in the shade of a jack fruit tree as the sun began to sink and the pot bubbled on the charcoal fire.
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Chrissy and Richard under the jackfruit tree
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I will say that the smell of a charcoal fire is not one that I savor. Since that combine with the dust of dry season has a way of making my air way constrict. But probably every time I smell charcoal in the future it will bring me back to nights like this one and meals shared with my Ugandan friends.
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| front door |
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always lots of kids around
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| always chickens around |
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| Neighbor girls |
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