frogger

Today I had to go into town and buy some storage containers. No biggie right? At home it would take no more then an hour, maybe two if Fred Myers didn't have the right ones and you had to run across town to Walmart during rush hour. But here, it is not so easy. In Kampala you must travel deep down into the depths of the city. There is a vast network of stair cases, basement tunnels and back alley ways that I had never seen before because I never dare to leave the street "side walks." But this time I was with my dear Ugandan friend James, who assured me that this maze would lead us to the "vendors" who apparently have the cheapest storage containers in all of Uganda. We were successful and then only had the problem of transporting our treasure back to Jordan House. As we moved back on to the streets looking for a boda boda, it took careful maneuvering. Up...down...pause...a quick left followed by a side step back... duck and move right... forward...forward....LEFT! LEFT!... pause... right...and then HORRAY! To any Ugandan on looker we were simply crossing the street, dodging the bikes, bodas, taxis, cows, cars, people, mud, and pot holes just like everyone else. But to the keen American eye I could see what was really going on- I was in a virtual game of FROGGER! and I WON!! I love winning.