The ceremony
Walking to the ceremony; note the mud on my feet
My host mom and her sister doing laundry
This weekend we went to a tribal ceremony in Mbale, about four hours away from my school and near Mt. Elgon. To reach the celebration, we climbed about two miles in the mud up a foothill. It was a blast! We crossed a creek on a plank, and almost all of us fell down in the mud. Children from the village held our hands to keep balance and generally tried to help us not fall.
We were with the Bagisu (a tribe) and the whole community came to celebrate. There were drums, dancing, and food. It was a joyous experience!
The nearest washing machine that we can use is in Kampala at a laundromat. So, we do as everyone else here and hand-wash our clothes. I soak my clothes for about an hour, then use a bar of soap to wash them. A bar works better than laundry powder because it gets more suds and is easier to put everywhere on the clothes.
One thing I know I will miss is eating in the open air dining hall with a view of Mukono as the sun sets above it.
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