Sorry I haven't posted in a while. The internet/power has been a little unreliable lately and quite frankly I've just been lazy a lot of the time (big surprise right?). Anyway there's plenty to catch you all up on.

• They feed us like kings here. Each meal has at least five courses. (David and I actually have a huge problem with how much food they serve and just generally with what the money here gets spent on but that's a long rant which I don't feel like going in to right now) the problem is that the 5-7 courses are all the same. We've eaten the same meal twice a day for three weeks now. I've eaten the same meal pretty much 40 times in a row. I'm gonna go nuts if this continues for the next 5 weeks.
• I would commit murder to get my hands on a turkey sandwich. I can't explain why that's the one thing I want more than anything in the world but it is. And I can't understand why I can't have one. They have turkeys here. They have bread. Hell they even have mayo and bacon. Why can't anybody put those thigns together for me.
• If you remember from my last post Indians run things around here. No surprise then that to escape the food we went to an Indian restaurant. We got pizza... Not sure what kind of cheese it was, there wasn't really tomato sauce, and the dough was sort of just... there... but it was better than another round of mashed bananas for dinner... Yup, I said bananas.
• My P6 class was well behaved on Monday so as promised I had to rap for them. I dropped Eminem's til I collapse like it was hot. They loved it apparently. Of course then they wanted to compete so now I have a video of "DJ Kisame" rapping in Lusoga. Can't understand a word of it but it's hysterical.
• If you're picking football teams in Uganda, you want the kids wearing blue on your team. Don't ask me why but they seem to have color coded football talent here. The blue kids just run circles around everyone else.
• Last Sunday we played football against some guys from the village. My kids ran train on them. Well not really, we tied 1-1, but for us that's pretty good. Because these guys were MEN. like a couple of them were at least 30. One guy (high school age I think) showed up and then changed into cleats, high socks, nice shorts and a Fabregas football jersey. Alright bro let's chill out here, you're playing elementary school kids who are barefoot. Who are you Christiano Fucking Ronaldo. No surprise he played like a douche too, just sitting offside waiting for the glory ball. I kicked him in the face... Whoops.
  
• Apparently David and I are loaded. We get a $1,000 stipend for two months. The OLMs get $100 a month and they have to pay their own bills too, we don't. When Terry heard how much money we make he told us we should start "Jerkin off into fuckin Rubbahs." I guess that's one way to spend the money...
• Uganda has four seasons. Two rainy seasons and two dry seasons. Before we left everyone told us it would be rainy season. When we got here everyone told us it was dry season, that it would barely rain and everything would get really brown. It's poured rain three times a week and the whole country is still bright green. So we have no idea what season it is. We're pretty sure everyone we've spoken to has been talking out of their asses. We're calling it Gecko baby making season because our house is swarming with baby lizards.
• I have officially found my favorite thing about Uganda. Nothing beats this. In america summer is marked by ice cream trucks playing classic children's songs and kid's freaking out. They have ice cream Boda's here. Basically a cooler of ice cream strapped to the back of a motorcycle. The difference is that these guys don't play children's songs. They play My Heart Will Go On by Celine Dion... I am not making this up.
  
• Butcher shops here are pretty unappealing. They don't really refrigerate the meat. In fact they don't really do anything. It just kind of sits there in the open, crawling with flies. Our favorite is "Highway Hygienic Butcher." It's basically a shack which has half a dead cow hanging outside in the sun next to the highway. Adds a nice diesel flavor to your steak...
• I'm going to make a mildly sexist cultural judgment in this bullet. In America girls don't go in for contact sports too much. Even at young ages when they're bigger than the boys, the boys usually have the edge in America. I brought a rugby ball to school to play with the little kids expecting this to be similar. The boys were literally terrified of the girls. None of them even wanted the ball because in three seconds a girl would put them on the ground. girls here are tough... I'm hoping to get a video of a girl here pancaking a boy with a rugby ball. It's a sight.
• Have you ever played a serious game of football while a herd of goats grazed on the same field?

That's all for now. I think I'll wait a day to tell you all about my experience clubbing in Uganda last night. that one deserves its own blog post.

P.S. I don't need anybody more people telling me to pick two or three courses at each meal and then alternate to get some variety. We've already thought of that. We're not stupid.