At last, after a 16-hour plane ride and 8-hour van ride we
have finally arrived to Ishaka. Before I begin describing my travel experiences,
I would like to point out this is my first time ever leaving the U.S. I am
honored to share this experience with the MHIRT program. My international experience
began when I arrived in Amsterdam for my layover flight to Kigali, Rwanda. The Schiphol
International Airport beamed with world diversity unknown to me as people from
all over the globe interchanged. For this first time I tried Dutch pancakes called poffertjes. As I took a minute to soak in this experience, time was running
out and soon Hermon, Liz, and I were boarding for the 9-hour flight to Kigali
and then Entebbe. It was night when we arrived to Entebbe and the air was fresh
and cool. To say we were tired would be an understatement and going through the
long line of customs made the ordeal no better. When we were finally released
from customs we met our driver Shalom outside. The first thing I noticed when
packing our car was that in Uganda, the steering wheel is on the right side and
they drive on the opposite side of the road, quick indicators I was far from
home. Despite a room mix up at our hostel and a soaked suitcase (side note:
never pack aerosol mosquito repellent in your luggage because it will burst and
stain your clothes) we slept, awaiting the arrival of Daryl and Yohana who were
to arrive the next day. Goats, exotic birds, and monkeys sweetened the rise of
the next morning with their melodious calls. The air remained crisp as our
group enjoyed continental breakfast where for the first time I had African tea.
Once Daryl and Yohana arrived, we visited Victoria Mall via motorcycles called
“Bodas” that hummed throughout the city and much of Uganda. When traveling
throughout the country, we easily feel like walking spectacles as we all represent
different ethnic groups; something Ugandans do not mind making obvious. We toured
the city of Entebbe through Daryl’s friend Kim who showed us the local market,
schools, Lake Victoria, and the Botanical Gardens. After eating a large, whole
Tilapia and fried plantains I grew full and we said our goodbyes to Kim in
anticipation of our journey to Ishaka the next day. Our driver, Mr. Richard,
was a tall, soft spoken yet stern man who arrived to take us on the 8-hour
journey the following morning. Along the way I was taken aback by the lush
tropical green, Ugandan mountain landscape. Alabama’s hills were no comparison.
After making a supply stop in Mbarara, we arrived to our guest home in Ishaka
which is perfectly positioned to capture the breathtaking view of the Bushenyi
District mountainside. This week we have scheduled an orientation with the
Ishaka Seventh Day Adventist Hospital staff and Kampala International University.
I look forward to what this once in a lifetime study will unfold.
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A pathway lining the side of our guest house. |
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One of the many views exclusive to our home. |
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The General Hospital in Entebbe. Kim was born here. |
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One of the oldest churches in Entebbe. |
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