One thing I didn't expect to gain from my experience in Uganda is a newfound appreciation and love for outdoor activities. I'm going to work to prioritize time outdoors when I'm home, especially once I'm back in California this fall. A friend from work mentioned his kayaking hobby the first week I was here. After I saw some of the photos on the Kayak the Nile website I knew I had to try it. Kayak the Nile is owned by a British couple, Sam and Emily Ward. Sam is Great Britain's Freestyle Team Coach, so I felt incredibly lucky that he coached my lesson this past Sunday. They've done a great job building well-paced but challenging lessons where you can really feel your own progression day by day. Compared to other rivers, you don't have to worry as much about rocks or shallow water. Also, most rapids will end in a deep, calm pool so if you flip or swim (fall out of your kayak), you can float down and just wait at the bottom. Just like the rafting, there's always a crew of safety kayakers who will help you out right away, so I've always felt really safe. After just four lessons, I'm able to roll and am starting to feel much more comfortable on the rapids. While I still have a lot to learn in terms of reading the water, I'm eager to find a way to get on some white water when I'm back stateside. Also...right outside the entrance to Kayak the Nile, you can get the best rolexes in the country. My recommendation is to get one with avocado, chips (freshly fried potatoes), and green peppers. You can't go wrong. Plus, I'm told it helps your rolling technique :)
Here in Uganda, when asked about my religious practices, I usually just say, "my dad was raised Christian." For the most part, that deflects an otherwise longer conversation that I don't have the energy to have.
...woah woah woah, back it up. First, you have to participate in an "introduction." Christine, the woman who cleans my apartment, invited me to her cousin's introduction. An introduction is a traditional pre-wedding ceremony where the man's family is formally introduced to the bride-to-be's family. This is also where the exchange of the dowry takes place. The introduction took place in Mukono, about 40 minutes outside Kampala. Different cultures within Uganda have slightly different types of introductions. The one I attended was Bugandan (of the Banganda people) which my colleague tells me is known to be more dramatic and eventful. The women are all dressed in traditional gomesis which are long silk dresses with pointy shoulders and a big bow. Some men wore long white tunics, kanzus, but others were in suits. Unfortunately, I could only stay for the first hour, but I hear that these introduction ceremonies can go on for 7+ hours - there was a big meal, Christine said a chicken for each person(!!), and of course, lots of dancing.
"When I told Christine that in the United States, traditionally the bride and her family foot the bill for most of the wedding expenses she exclaimed, "how can that be?! The woman will give you children!!" The bride’s brother was also there and when we were ready, he walked in front of the caravan of cars and led us to the area where the ceremony / party would take place. I asked why we kept stopping, and Christine explained that the brother had to pretend that he was deciding if he wanted to invite us and lead us to the right place. The first car therefore has to play along and was also stopping on its own as retaliation. Once we got to the main area (I think outside the father of the bride’s house), we parked over to the side…Christine says they made us park “in the bush.” Everyone got in two lines, one for women and one for men as they prepared to ask permission to enter the area. Both families are represented by a spokesperson. The emcee on the bride’s side I assumed was her father, but my colleague says that he was probably hired and that people who chair these introduction ceremonies can make a lot of money. I didn’t expect the introduction to be so theatrical. It was pretty funny as the spokesperson for the bride’s side essentially gets to berate the man and his family and they just have to keep saying “thank you for your comment, can I please respond,” or things like that. For example, in typical Ugandan fashion, we were about two hours late. The groom had sent a letter requesting permission to come and I guess he said we would be there at 1pm sharp. When questioned about this, the groom’s spokeperson blamed the roads, the rain (it didn’t rain that day…), and having to come from many villages.
From what I could tell, the ceremony includes different representatives from the bride’s family (the girls in the video are the bride’s sisters) coming out, dancing a bit, saying a few words, and then her spokesperson asking the groom’s spokeperson if they’ve brought anything for them for their time and trouble. They then will hand over envelopes of money and continue on. Underlying all of this, the groom’s side is pretending to look for the bride among her sisters and the women in the audience. The bride was in the house and I don’t think she comes out until the end of the ceremony. The groom, sits towards the back and is represented by his spokesperson who you see in the video. The 2016 Ugandan presidential elections are in just over two weeks and we’ve somehow timed our site visits perfectly with some presidential rallies happening in a few small towns in Central Uganda. After a long day at the field, we returned to our hotel to see a campaign handing out cold hard cash for votes.
How much do you think it costs to buy a vote? Let’s play! Price is right rules. Answer to come in my next post! Bonus points to those who want to comment about how much it costs to buy an American vote these days… In the meantime, I thought I’d share some other cost of living snippets of life so far here in Uganda. Rent: $100-500 per bedroom per month
Plastic soda bottle: 60 cents
Curious about other costs? Let me know! My general observations is that “stuff” isn’t as cheap as you might think, probably because most of it is imported. However, food and then time / labor costs are pretty low. An example of this is that taxis and private hires all charge only on distance and not time. Given the Kampala traffic, this was surprising to me. A short, cheap ride could last 5 minutes or 20 minutes depending on the time of day, but it’d cost you the same amount. The culture here is very relaxed when it comes to time. Meetings unapologetically start or end late…or just get cancelled after you’ve already arrived. We once told data collectors to come pick up their money and materials for field visits and then due to some bank delays made them wait around THREE hours before we starting handing things out. While I was anxious and embarrassed leaving them to sit around the office waiting, I don’t think we got one complaint or question about when things would get started. That was insane to me and I’ve realized I place such a high value on time – both my own but also respecting others’ time. This probably stems from all the hours I “wasted” sitting alone waiting at the Millbrae BART station…just kidding Mom. In case you were wondering, James Blunt is still on the radio...in Uganda.
The radio here is an eclectic mix of throwbacks - don't hate it. The quickest way to get around Kampala is on a "boda boda," or motorcycle taxi. They can cut through the jam and take you door to door to door which is really convenient. You can get a boda at a "stage," which is essentially any street corner, sidewalk outside a popular bar / restaurant, etc. One of my boda drivers told me that they actually register their stage with the police / government, which surprised me. While you may hear horror stories about boda accidents / robberies, I haven't had any issues yet (knock on wood). Here are some tips I got about riding:
Since it's not safe to walk around at night, I have a few bodas that know where I live and will come right to my gate to get me. I can see them approach from my balcony, and run down once they're here. I usually spend 3k-6k ($1-$2 USD) on bodas. It's kind of a gamble. Sometimes I negotiate before I get on (if I take one from a stage), but I find that if I hand them a sum I think is fair upon arrival, usually that works out. Every once in awhile, drivers will be fussy because they know they can rip off expats, but it's not work arguing over 30 cents here and there. The cheapest mode of transportation are "matatus" which are Toyota vans - you can see a bunch in the left of the videos below. I haven't taken these yet because I have no idea how to figure out where they go, but I think you pay about 500 shillings (~15 cents). There's a driver and a "conductor" who will lean out the window and yell at people / try to find passengers. You tell the conductor when you want to get off (say "parking"), and they'll pull over. While safer from a physical standpoint (during the day), petty theft can be common and the vans aren't always in good shape some sometimes they can break down. Here are some video clips shot from a car to give you a sense of traffic in Kampala!
I'm feeling a lot less transient these days now that I have my own apartment. It's about a 10 minute drive from work (up to 20 or so depending on the jam). My neighborhood is Bukoto, which is adjacent to Ntinda, where I was living in CHAI housing last month. I have no idea what my address is, but here in Kampala, everyone uses landmarks to describe where they live. Gas stations are commonly used because they're big and well-lit at night, so they stay noticeable. When I tell people where my apartment is, I will first say it's in Bukoto near Froebel School. It's hit or miss if people will know that because it's not on the main street. If they at least know Froebel Street, that's a start. If I'm getting blank stares, then I will direct people by saying..."coming from Kololo, take Kira Road past Kabira club. You'll pass a sign that says Kadic Medical Center and soon after it will be on the left. You'll see a small blue sign that says "Link Inn." Slope down there. Then continue down the street until you pass Froebel School and see another "Link Inn" sign. Turn right and then my gate is on the right." The easiest thing is to just send a pin via Whatsapp. I'm sure I do actually have an address, because I get a printed water bill each month that somehow has a unique identifier...nonetheless, I don't think anyone gets mail to their houses / apartments. Instead, you'd use a PO Box which is what most organizations use as well. I've successfully gotten one Christmas card in the mail (thanks Japh!) so my confidence in the postal service is increasing. There are definitely some safety concerns about me writing about and posting photos of my apartment, but I'm fairly confident that anyone nobody reading my blog is actually in Kampala. And that anyone in Kampala that doesn't already know where I live (friends / CHAI drivers) would never be able to load my blog given the cost / speed of internet / data connections. I have one roommate, or flatmate, as they would say here. She works for One Acre Fund and is actually based in Western Kenya (Kampala is closer than Nairobi), so travels very frequently. I'm excited for her to come back in a week or so, but in the meantime have befriended the couple across the hall. They both work in development (UN / some German foundation?) and seem great! They also have a tv... :) There are also some lizards / geckos keeping me company. I'm pretty sure they live above my closet (either in the top cabinets or between those and the ceiling). I can hear them scratching around / making some sort of lizard noises...not ideal but harmless and much more desirable than cockroaches. Sometimes they leave me some droppings but so far, nothing major. Another perk of living here is that I now don't have to clean my apartment. I did do a pretty intense mopping / de-molding of the fridge when I got in last weekend. But now, Christine will come twice a week. She works at a few other CHAI apartments too - we all trust her enough to leave her a key to our place which means we don't need to be home when she comes to clean. Christine has three kids: a daughter and two sons. Isiah, her youngest, is just two months old, but he's big! She brings him with her and he's a happy camper except when he wants to eat (which is often). When he's on his stomach, he can lift his head to look around which seems advanced for a 2 month old. I feel like he'll be able to roll over soon. I met Isiah last week when we were working from Ina's apartment. Glad I had a napping buddy :) It's been over a week now since I arrived in Kampala and I'm starting to feel settled in - of course, a lot of that has to do with how much great food there is here. While a Ugandan colleague described the food as "bland," I would say that at least there is a lot of variety and we have hot sauce stocked in the office kitchen. Maybe I'll start to get bored in a few months, but for now, I'm more than happy spending my time outdoors rather than in the kitchen :) What I've eaten so far "YOU HAVE TO TRY ROLEX!" was probably the most consistent reaction when I spoke with people who had spent time in Uganda. So last night, when my boda driver offered to take me to get some rolex on the way to my apartment, I happily obliged. Key ingredients: egg and chapati. What you see in the picture to the right is essentially an omelette cooking on a rounded metal hotplate over a charcoal cook stove. Before the eggs cooked too thoroughly, he threw a chapati on top. Chapati is like a mix between a tortilla, Indian roti, and Malaysia roti prata. I have to imagine its prevalence in Ugandan cuisine is a result of the large Indian population in Uganda. It’s not as dry as roti, but not as flakey or thick as roti prata. Anyway, once the chapati is added, he presses it to the eggs to get them to stick together. Then, he flips it over and adds a few final ingredients before rolling everything up. This particular stand had fresh tomatoes and cabbage. It seems like there may be more variety and it just depends where you go. Once it’s rolled, it gets put into a plastic bag (think newspaper bag) which then gets put into a paper bag to help with the heat as well as the excessive amount of grease haha. Why is it called rolex? Apparently the name came about from Ugandans saying "rolled eggs" or "roll of eggs" in an Lugandan accent. It seems like the farther you are from the center of town, the better the rolexes are...I'll be sure to taste test my way around and report back soon!
**Okay, I couldn't stay confused about all the data...what I was doing wrong was not looking at the plantains data like Wikipedia (obvi the most reliable) did. Uganda comes in at the top for plantain production which gives them a significant boost up the list. If you want to geek out on agricultural data, I highly recommend checking out the FAOSTAT "browse data" tab...it's super interactive and user friendly which is usually not the case for publicly available large data sets in my little experience. I love popcorn which is great because it seems like Ugandans do too! Not only do they have carnival poppers (not sure what they're called) at a lot of corner stores and events, you can also buy pre-popped popcorn at the grocery store. It's almost like SkinnyPop? And of course, Uganda has amazing fresh fruits! Passion fruit, mango, avocado, pineapple, and more! What's awesome is that I can continue to be super lazy and not even cut my own fruit. There is a woman who provides fresh fruit to the office each day...I'm going to get spoiled! I just go to the fridge and look for my tupperware with my name on it. Fruit and my lunch delivered for $2.50 a day will be my not so guilty splurge. On Mondays and Wednesdays (or apparently just whenever there's availability) we also get fresh loaves of bread in the mornings. Check out that hearty multigrain with chunky peanut butter. YUM. If it weren't so unpredictable, I'd never eat breakfast at home anymore. And don't worry, I'm not using hot sauce on my fruit or toast (yet) - just wanted to showcase that...it's local...I think, and pretty good! Had a slight hint of BBQ flavor which at first I wasn't a fan of but it's hardly noticeable anymore. International Cuisine With the recently released Hello Food, food delivery app (think Grubhub / Seamless without an integrated payment system), I can access a huge variety of cuisines without even leaving my office / apartment. Within a delivery radius of my office, I can order Thai, Chinese, Italian, American (burgers, salads, wraps, etc.)...you get the idea. That said, it's apparently and understandably not all that great. At dinner last week, a German colleague said that the two types of food that are better in Uganda compared to home are Ethiopian and Indian. From the little of both I've tried, so far, I'd agree.
Left: mysore dosa from Chaat House, which was amazing. @Mia Divecha, I think you'd approve :) Center: tiffin delivery we ordered to the office last week. Just found out that the non-veg option which I chose was goat liver (and potentially chicken hearts?)...we're specifying a chicken meat preference next time we order haha Right: this "American Garden" brand has been in most of the grocery stores I've been to. I checked the labels and all the products are actually made in the states, it's not just a branding thing. Regardless, besides the peanut butter, their stuff leaves a lot to be desired. |
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