The good life

Africa has not been kind to my feet. My calluses are worse than last summer, when I was running 4+ miles several times a week.

Are the experiences so far worth rough feet? Absolutely. Here are just a few of the blessings I’ve encountered over the past couple of weeks.

Eating fresh mango almost every day:

Buying 138 mangoes along the road from Masindi to Kampala for UGX 13,000 — less than US $6:

Children who speak hardly any English, but love to have a conversation with me anyway:

Camping beside the Nile and listening to the sounds of hippos grazing nearby:

Being privy to sights of God’s wonderfully varied creation, like these:

And finally after a second safari, this time with Lisa Fish and Anna Corbitt, and after a crazy day of baking and cooking–we had to do something with all those mangoes!–it’s a blessing to relax again in Kampala. I think I’m going to go make some African tea. Cheers! 🙂


4 thoughts on “The good life

    1. Actually, I think living up north is a lot less expensive! In Kampala, things are pretty expensive, but we got the mangoes from a couple rural roadside vendors. When they said they cost 3,000, I thought they meant 3,000 apiece, and so Lisa asked for 10. Turns out, each of their containers was 3,000, and the ladies thought she was asking for 10,000 worth, so they just started dumping mangoes into our large box! At first we were confused, but then we bought nearly all they had, so they were pretty happy! 🙂

  1. We had a good laugh about the mangoes. How long do mangoes keep? Those were some incredible photos of lions. We’re kind of partial to lions … I wonder why?! Love you, Mom & Dad

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