A truck that said, “Water Is Life” with water gushing out
onto the road and into the gutter.
People shoveling raw sewage onto the street (which I noticed
because I was looking to see where the dreadful smell was coming from…NOT ok).
A sign in a parking garage that said, “Caution! Flammable
Substance!” And my thought was…what?! where!? Is the whole garage going to
explode at any moment?! (I quickly found my way to the exit.)
There are SOOOO many signs here that either make NO sense,
have numerous misspellings, or are just inappropriate (but usually not on
purpose). There will be a blog post in the future with a collection of these
signs.
Seeing men walking around carrying automatic riffles just
seems normal.
Pulling in front of oncoming traffic doesn’t even cause me
to flinch any longer…they’ll stop…usually.
When there is a car accident a mob of people will quickly surround the scene of the accident and all start yelling...hmmmm...I don't get this one.
You can transport ANYTHING on a motorcycle. Seriously...furniture, refrigerators, bikes, a life sized wooden giraffe, live animals, an entire family...seen it all.
Waiting in line for 30 minutes at the bank to find out they
can’t even do what I needed is not even annoying, just typical. (And the five
people that got in line in front of me was fine…maybe they had to go run an errand
in between waiting or something…typical.)
Waiting for my food for 45 min to an hour doesn’t even phase
me anymore. I can’t even fathom the idea of “Fast Food” working in Uganda. (I
think when I get back to the US I will be blown away by how quickly things
happen.) Today I ordered an iced tea and I went and ran errands and came back for it 30 minutes later to find that it was almost ready.
Ugandans are super friendly, polite, and helpful (for the
most part…occasionally I do hear them mocking me as I walk away, repeating what
I said in a high nasally voice, which is how Americans sound to them).
I LOVE living here.
