Not the welcome home I was wanting...

Well I was so excited to get here to Mbarara and so far it has been the worst part of the trip yet. When I arrived here last night at about 9 pm I got a hotel room and went to the kitchen to order some food. It was pretty late to be eating here but she found some food for me. Turns out I should have left it hidden. Ha ha ha. I didn’t sleep a wink all night as my stomach was talking well rather yelling at me for what I had fed it! I felt really nauseated and my stomach was churning and making all sorts of terrible noises. I spent half the night laying on the bathroom floor feeling like I needed to vomit but never actually getting any…what would you say “production”? I felt awful and at about 10am I decided it was time to try the old finger down the throat trick…still no production. Hey desperate times call for desperate measures right? I went back to bed for a couple hours and then decided that I felt better and could go down the market/trading centre where I used to hang out all the time on my previous trip. There were many people who I saw and who were so surprised to see me. There were a couple who had to do like a triple take! Ha ha ha. They were so shocked and really having to think “Am I seeing who I think I am seeing?” Surprising them all was so great that I was getting pretty excited and moving around a lot visiting all my old stops (many of which are actually gone). Finally I stopped at Laubin and Susan’s (the mother and father of Kentina) for a visit. She brought me a bench to sit on and we were chatting away outside their shop when all of a sudden….”Production” and I mean like real production! Now if any of you have seen me vomiting it’s not good. I so rarely get sick that I actually have a sort of phobia of it. I freeze in one spot, can’t move and pretty much start crying. So as you can imagine this attracted quite an audience…how embarrassing! I guess at least I was outside and I was at a shop where I knew the people really well....not up town or something. The other good thing was the second it was all out I felt like a million bucks and we all had a good laugh about it. Well except for maybe Susan who was left to clean it up. They were then trying to feed me all these local remedies but I wasn't willing to try.  So I have been in my hotel room for most of the day trying to sleep this off and am on my third tablespoon of rice in as many hours. The plus side is that I think I chose the nicest bathroom in Uganda to get sick in!

In other news my memory of the local language has not only impressed others but also myself. I remember way more than I thought but maybe am getting a little over confident. When asking a lady today about her rice I inadvertently asked about her penis! This was shortly after having vomited all over her shop. All in all a humbling experience!