kanigoga

I basically live on a farm. for the past two days I have hoed weeds, dug holes, and torn apart chicken coops and goat pens. I live in a home with no electricity or running water, and my baths consist of pouring jerry cans of water over my body. The bathroom is a hole in the ground about 200 yards from my room. I cut the top off a water bottle in case i had to pee at night. The mosquitos are aweful and there was no where to tie up my mosquito net so i had to pull a mcguiver and tie a piece of dental floss between the door and the wall of my room to hang the net on.
To buy water or soda, charge my cell phone, or catch a taxi to jinja i have to walk 2 miles one way to the nearest town of namulesa on a rode full of tiny children whose parents do not have the money to pay school fees yelling, "Mzungu, how are you" Mzungu basically is their term for foreigners, specifically american or british foreigners.
There are a lot of children around all the time. the farm also has a small nursery school on it so i'm surrounded by 4-6 year old ugandan children asking me to play soccer, chase them, or give them biscuits. they are freakin adorable. isaac, my host families son is a little terror. I taught the children to play spoons the other night with a deck of cards made out of half titanic playing cards that we found on the ground covered in mud, and half made out of paper that i brought. Isaac didn't even play the game. he just waited, hovering over the pens we were using as spoons until someone grabbed one. However, he did start to draw on the cards i made to make them match his. he wrote titanic and drew little stick figures of kate and leo on the backs... it made me laugh.
Food is alright here. there are so many carbs that i really don't mind all the grunt work and walking. anyway... i have to go buy some tarp for planting and then head home. update more tomorrow.