The Adventures of Sticky- Steven + Niki

A common toilet.  Get ready to squat & always carry TP plus sanitizer!  Did you know if you put your slightly smelly clothes in the freezer it kills bacteria and bad smells?! Why we froze clothes! Hand washing everything in a bucket-  not fun! Giant birds eating lots of garbage. No trash pick up so garbage is burned. Thankfully this was not a common site. Usually the trash hills are much smaller and more hidden. "Niki" means "what is" in the local language Runyankore.   It's just meant to be! =) People up top, cows below! 

 Uganda equator. Many think because it's on the equator it's super hot. But it's actually very cool many days. In Mbarara- the 50's (F) at night, & never higher than 80 in daytime.  Plus low humidity, unlike our home Florida. We like =) A Niki creation because we were nervous to eat anything else our first trip. Tuna & rice topped with potato chips!  Some new lil friends.   Ah Mbarara, the beautiful walk home from the ministry. Big money!.... not really, it's only like $30 US dollars. 

  Watch your step! Kingdom Hall of Jehovah's Witnesses- Kampala Uganda Kingdom Hall- Mbarara Uganda

 Cautious optimism is called for when heading into a new territory. You really don't know what you'll find or if you'll like it. I just knew I was going to try to...   What a view. A nice daily send off from Sniper the guard dog! A field ripe for harvesting.

As our plane descends I am enchanted by the beauty. Lake Victoria even from the sky seems as big as ocean as I see no end. The sunlight sparkles across the gray blue water and highlights the many islands. Birds in mid-flight remind me of the endless animal life that must inhabitant these waters. The pilot lands the plane down easily and my heart flutters in excited anticipation as I think of the adventure that awaits us. As we file out of the plane into the airport I see the local people busy at work yet in no rush. Easy come easy go, their skin black as night glows in the brightness of the sun. After trekking through the monotonous procedures of airport customs we emerge from the airport and are greeted by a tall thin man with a big smile holding a Watchtower magazine. By this we know; this is our brother, although we didn't need the magazine to identify him. Funny how you can just tell. Never have we met yet there is the instant trust and friendship we experience from o

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