Kelsey: A week in phone pics

Its been stormy in Uganda. Storms means no one leaves the house. Patients don't go to the hospital (hence I don't go to the hospital). Kids don't go to school. People wait until the rain stops to go into work. Markets close and basically Uganda closes. Its a little bit extreme. I also find that most people fall asleep. Its a nice excuse to stay home and play 'cards' the one Ugandan game played with cards.

This woman is leaning on her gun and texting. I think we could be good friends.

Denis and I tested ourselves for malaria.

Malaria free since 93. If only. (anyone get that HIMYM reference? eh?)

But seriously jabbing yourself with a needle turns out to be way more painful than stabbing someone else with a needle. I had gotten so used to sticking people that I sort of forgot it hurt...

The market is moving. The entire Jinja market has packed up and moved. Jinja being the second largest cit in Uganda. Its whole market moved. Its so strange.

Denis is annoyed. Either because the market has moved or because I stabbed him with a needle.

Gladys and I frequently chill in town when everyone else leaves us home alone. Gladys eats her fries with a fork, she is fancy.

I really like this painting but I think its maybe too bright. But also I want it. Is it too bright? Do I have too many bright things?

One of the sinks at the hospital. Out of water like 50% of the time. The other day we put off work for two hours because there was no water for cleaning the infant's legs before we immunize them.

This little girl was freaking out while her mother was getting an IUD implanted. I was trying to calm her down and simultaneously learn how to do an IUD. I thought taking her picture and showing it to her would help but she just screamed more. I guess white lady with small electronic device that steals her image is not calming. Strange.

Curry powders. I love market pictures. I also love curry.

Small fish. These are evil. They are dried minnows, I think. People eat them with ground up peanuts. Basically the perfect way to ruin peanut butter. They smell like death and depression.

As opposed to cow stomach which smells delightful. The flies are included.

Looks like coral but is actually cow intestine. I think. I might have that switched maybe the one above is of cow intestine and this one is cow stomach. The guy tried to explain it to me but then he touched it. He touched the insides of a cow. And then I screamed and ran away.

Chapatti balls just waiting to be rolled and fried and turned into Rolex. The most delicious street food delicacy of Uganda is the rolex. Fried eggs with fried veggies wrapped in fried bread.

Chapatti man, provider of delicious foods. I love him.

Sarah: This one's for Kels

I know that Kelsey loves this song. She loves it so much that it was constantly coming from her iphone. Actually, her phone was stolen once by some 14 year old punk kid and this was one of the only things not deleted by the little douche.

Kels, I ran across this cover today and I thought you'd love it. Enjoy.

Kelsey: A week in Instagram

Oh the randomness of phone pics. How I love thee.

Hanging on the porch. This neighborhood kid calls me Kass in an attempt to say Kels. Sometimes she forgets to say the K. I think she might have all the neighborhood kids thinking my name is Ass.

I want to take this baby goat home and snuggle it. People here frown on that. It would have to be a secret snuggle.

Watching Deno play soccer. I frequently get distracted by the beautiful hills surrounding the pitch. Sometimes (all the time) I miss important plays and then later pretend I saw the whole thing.

Testing at the hospital. Sneakily taking phone pics. Must take some pics at work so people think I do actual work. Must keep up appearances.

My mother sent this card and said is reminded her of me. It is VERY me when I was 12. I love that to your parents you are not just you at your current age but you are you at every age. I think my mom picks the age she likes best and sticks with it. I was a great twelve year old. Things went downhill in the teen years. Sorry mom and dad. When Gladys saw the card she picked it up and said, "my pussycat!" in a loud whisper and then walked away with it.

Grace rolling chapatti. My manna. My lifeblood. The only food I could eat for the rest of my life. Lord you can make this fall from the sky anytime. I will leave a plate on the porch tonight.

Ok I understand bricking up the door so people can't hang out in your empty house. But whats with the giant unbricked windows? I mean I want to climb in just to prove a point.

Planting sweet potatoes in mounds.

Bags of grain. I feel so sneaky taking pictures at the market. I look at my phone then snap the pic and then put the phone to my ear and say hello? are you there? I am having bad reception I am not sneaking pictures of your produce. I would never.

Apples are tiny and freakishly expensive. I lurv them. I also love that I can read books on my ipad. I read the Hunger Games, very entertaining, and then wanted the next book in the series and bam 10 minutes later I had it. This is more impressive if you know that I am at least 2.5 hours away from a bookstore. 2.5 hours on a sweaty bus with chickens and children peeing on me. Seriously a child peed on both me and Deno last time we were on the bus.

He sinks like a rock but gosh he looks good on the side of the pool.

Oh the tough life we lead here in Jinja, the vacation capital of East Africa. After this picture was taken we suffered through some delicious Indian food and then endured hours of floating and splashing under the palm trees and the warm sun.

Do I live in Paradise? Yes yes I do. You should join me.