Best Invention ever award

goes to.... the washing machine... This morning I spent three hours washing 7 items of clothing by hand... three of these items were underwear, two pairs of pants and a long sleeve shirt. After getting into a boda (motorcycle) crash in the mud after driving twenty minutes through the rain from Jinja on friday and toughing it out through two days in the jungle Bear Grylls style at "Man Camp" on saturday and sunday, my clothes had about 12 inches of mud on them.
So more on the weekend....
Friday Andrew and I left for Jinja from St. Isaacs at about 12:30 to pick up a giant sign he had made for the "St. Isaacs Training Center" After arriving in Jinja, we soon learned that the sign maker had misspelled a word on the sign during the morning, and we had to now wait until 4 for it to be delivered to Namulesa... We were a bit peeved as it took us 30 minutes to walk to Namulesa and 30 minutes on a taxi to get to Jinja only to find out that the sign wasn't done at the time the carpenter had promised (He had already extended the deadline 4 times)... It was beginning to thunder so we decided to jump on a boda so we could get home faster before the rain started. As soon as we hit the highway (if you can call it that) the rain started pounding down on us. I was in a tank top and flip flops as well as in pain, my glasses covered in water, and feet in mud as we drove through puddle after puddle of mud, rainwater, and potentially sewage. Upon arriving at the beginning of the 2 mile stretch of dirt rode to get to St. Isaacs, Andrew and I realized we were in a very precarious situation. Although no longer raining, there was much potential that the roads were flooded, or very slippery. We made it not even half a mile on the bike when the bike spun out going up the hill and flipped over landing on top of Andrew, Me, and the Boda driver. The driver seemed to be unscathed, but Andrew hurt a testicle (he's been complaining about it since Friday night) and my leg has a huge gash from getting caught on the kickstand. After paying off the boda driver (since we did not want to get hurt again) we began walking (actually more like slipping) up the hill, through the mud, and foot deep rivelets of water, with about 30 school children stalking behind us laughing at the dirty Mzungus (they had been walking a half a mile in the mud and had not one spot of it on their clothing...) Andrew's flipflop broke about 3 minutes into our hike and he was forced to walk the next mile and a half barefoot through the sludge.
When we got back to the house an hour later we were met with a troop of Ugandan volunteers that worked with the St. Isaacs program, and a bag containing a giant tent.
We quickly overcame our fears of contracting diseases such as jiggers, which supposedly turn your feet black and make them fall off in order to teach a bunch of Ugandan men how to build said tent. 30 minutes, a lot of language issues, and many mistakes and laughs later, we had the tent up and ready... what a frustrating, ridiculous day....