Bad Water & Mosquitos
Friday, Feb 27
So today was another chapter in the adventures of three men on a motorcycle. I wasn’t planning on writing about it again, but the situation presents writable material.
We head out further into the Kyongera village than we did last week. I was able to look at two of the local water supplies. The first one (the photo with the kids getting water) was in really bad shape, with all sorts of goodies living in it, but it was at least flowing. Later today I went to see another source of water and it was terrible. (that would be the completely green water photo) That water didn’t appear to be moving at all, but it has to have some source.
The reason I went to see these water supplies are that they can and probably are breeding places for mosquitoes. We also need to know what areas have the most need for future wells.
We finished our initial visits to the homes today. We have given them two weeks to make any repairs necessary to their homes. (Fill in cracks and holes in their walls and floors, as well as make any needed beds) These families are so grateful that someone would think about them and their needs. We received 6 eggs, a bunch of bananas, a large bag of mangos and a sack full of sugarcane. But, I will explain that ride in a minute.
In case anyone was wondering why we needed a driver for the bike it is because this has to be the worst bike I has ever tried to ride. It has to have just the right touch, which I obviously have not figured out at this point. And more about this special bike, about an hour and a half into our travels the clutch line to the motorcycle snapped. Moses was trying to drive it without a clutch basically just trying to jam it in to the next gear as needed. It wasn’t working out so well. So, for about 30 minutes we attempted to get the line tight enough. We couldn’t. Moses banged the gears all the way back home to fix it. Baptist and I went out on foot. An hour and a half later Moses was back with a fixed clutch line. We ended up so many gifts that we left Baptist at his house in the Kyongera village. I sat on top of a bag of Sugarcane on the back seat while Moses drove. I received many strange looks from people on the trails, which is odd because I’m sure most of them have done something on a motorcycle far crazier than this.
Over the last 2 weeks I’ve gone along to drop 8 kids off for senior high school. The village here has a primary school (elementary, which is P1-P7), and a secondary school (high school, S1-S4), but they do not have a senior 5-7. (which is an advanced high school) So, they are forced to send the students to boarding schools. It was such a neat experience, the kids were so excited. It was kind of funny, because they were trying to act serious and not look too excited. I’m not sure exactly why.
On another note I added some new photos of the house. After five and a half weeks here I am excited about the idea of trading my bucket and a hole in the ground for our fancy new bathroom.
Be blessed,
Chris
So today was another chapter in the adventures of three men on a motorcycle. I wasn’t planning on writing about it again, but the situation presents writable material.
We head out further into the Kyongera village than we did last week. I was able to look at two of the local water supplies. The first one (the photo with the kids getting water) was in really bad shape, with all sorts of goodies living in it, but it was at least flowing. Later today I went to see another source of water and it was terrible. (that would be the completely green water photo) That water didn’t appear to be moving at all, but it has to have some source.
The reason I went to see these water supplies are that they can and probably are breeding places for mosquitoes. We also need to know what areas have the most need for future wells.
We finished our initial visits to the homes today. We have given them two weeks to make any repairs necessary to their homes. (Fill in cracks and holes in their walls and floors, as well as make any needed beds) These families are so grateful that someone would think about them and their needs. We received 6 eggs, a bunch of bananas, a large bag of mangos and a sack full of sugarcane. But, I will explain that ride in a minute.
In case anyone was wondering why we needed a driver for the bike it is because this has to be the worst bike I has ever tried to ride. It has to have just the right touch, which I obviously have not figured out at this point. And more about this special bike, about an hour and a half into our travels the clutch line to the motorcycle snapped. Moses was trying to drive it without a clutch basically just trying to jam it in to the next gear as needed. It wasn’t working out so well. So, for about 30 minutes we attempted to get the line tight enough. We couldn’t. Moses banged the gears all the way back home to fix it. Baptist and I went out on foot. An hour and a half later Moses was back with a fixed clutch line. We ended up so many gifts that we left Baptist at his house in the Kyongera village. I sat on top of a bag of Sugarcane on the back seat while Moses drove. I received many strange looks from people on the trails, which is odd because I’m sure most of them have done something on a motorcycle far crazier than this.
Over the last 2 weeks I’ve gone along to drop 8 kids off for senior high school. The village here has a primary school (elementary, which is P1-P7), and a secondary school (high school, S1-S4), but they do not have a senior 5-7. (which is an advanced high school) So, they are forced to send the students to boarding schools. It was such a neat experience, the kids were so excited. It was kind of funny, because they were trying to act serious and not look too excited. I’m not sure exactly why.
On another note I added some new photos of the house. After five and a half weeks here I am excited about the idea of trading my bucket and a hole in the ground for our fancy new bathroom.
Be blessed,
Chris
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