always time

i rode back and forth between entebbe and kampala today. nakasero market was mild and familiar. the glorious scent of burning meat blended with the stagnant odor of rotting produce.
fresh pineapples.
i learned today that there are things that are days of the week. i had forgotten that thing when i was flying aimlessly around the world for a couple of days. places aren't really open on sunday in christiany places like uganda.

children smile and say 'hello mzungu how are you?'

Anthony helped us find the bus to Moroto, not that we will be using it (from Kampala anyhow). We met back up with him some time later.

'There is so much inflation. The people, they are fearing to put their money in the banks, so they sleep with it in their homes. They are fearing that if they put it in the banks, they will be asked many questions: Where did you get this? for what? where did that person get it? They are fearing, and it is very hard to make a good living. You get one chance, and you have to take it. I have had three dreams: to be a farmer, to be an artist, and to be a pilot. I am already doing some farming now, and I will maybe still be a pilot. But i do not think that i will be able to pay for the training to be a pilot.'

When he says 'pilot', it sounds like 'pirate'.

The little girl on the taxi back to Entebbe says 'mommy! mommy! mzungu!'

She smiles and giggles the rest of the time that they share the taxi with us. She has a high-five for stephen when she leaves.