Lessons from Uganda

So I've been here for just about a whole day now. We landed in Entebbe and Brother Leonard picked us up from the airport. We drove to Kampala (sitting in the back of the pickup on our bags) and spent the night at a Holy Cross house whose name escapes me right now. After a quick tour of Kampala we were picked up by Dominick and drove to Bugembe where we're staying for the rest of the summer. So far here's what I've learned

1. It's really hot. I'm gonna look like a lobster in maybe 2 days.
2. Apparently a lot of people in Uganda decided Guinness was to bitter for them so they mix it with Coke. Yeah it's weird I know. We haven't tried it yet but we'll definitely have to. I'll let you know how it goes.
3. The Ugandan postal service is more of an idea than an actual institution. The road our compound was on didn't even have a name so i can see why delivering mail would be hard. I guess if you want something delivered you find somebody going in the direction of your letter and give it to them. This means that nobody gets billed for anything, you always pay up front.
4. In Uganda people drive on the left side of the road. The list of exeptions to the rule are as follows.

• There are potholes in the road (they're everywhere)
  
• people are walking on the side of the road (always)
• A boda boda (motorcycle taxi) cuts you off
  
• there is a goat in the road. Or 6. People really need to tie these bad boys up.
  
• the guy in front of you is slow

at one point i honestly thought we were playing chicken with a Mack truck. I'm still not sure why either of us was driving down the middle of the road but at any rate we missed each other by about 6 inches. Dominick didn't even blink.
5. It's really hot.
6. They speak something like ten languages here, one for each tribe in the country. Collectively I know two words...
7. Ensenenne (which i can't spell) is really delicious. Ensenenne is fried grasshopper. You read that correctly. They actually fed us grasshopper on our first day.
8. One of the guard dogs at the compound is so lazy they didn't even bother naming it. Literally. Nobody even addresses it anymore, they just yell at it. We call him Frank.
9. Did I mention how hot it is?