I’ve always loved rainy mornings. There’s something about waking up to the patter of raindrops on the roof which I find incredibly refreshing and relaxing, and it’s definitely something I got used to living in England. This morning we woke to the sound of rain, and while it’s a familiar sound it’s also quite different. The sound of the rain is magnified on our metal roofs and is often punctuated by incredible claps of thunder. Its also substantially heavier than the endless days of drizzle I remember. Even the smell of it is different; desperately desired water falling on the dusty ground of Africa creates a different scent to droplets falling on tarmac and well laid lawns.
The morning started well. A gentle breeze wafted the curtains in our bedroom and we enjoyed waking up a little bit later than normal. The reason? We had to take a trip to Face Recognition, in order to convert our UK driving licenses to Ugandan permits and so we had to wait for the office to open.
In honour of Dave’s video for this month, A Day in the Life of Dave (watch here!), I thought I’d use my preferred skillset to tell you a bit more about my daily routine here in the beautiful country of Uganda. It’s a bit more of a challenge for me; unlike Dave I don’t have a set time to be at work and to come home, or a clearly defined role to determine my days, but there is still plenty to occupy my time.
I think it’s fair to say this week hasn’t gone according to plan.
We’re in the rainy season here in Uganda, and while it reduces the temperature beautifully and leaves us with luscious green grass and plants, it also leaves the roads in a constantly worsening state. Dave’s drive to Kajjansi airfield, the base of MAF here in Uganda, has grown increasingly bumpy over the last couple of weeks.
Uganda is a beautiful country; rich and verdant, with delicious fresh fruit and vegetables, and loads of different plants supporting an incredible diversity of birds, insects and more. There are a couple of factors instrumental in producing this wonderful ecosystem.
Emails were flying back between us and our shipping company daily, and still there was no sight of the container of goods we shipped from the UK back in November last year. Dave spent an entire day stuck in the worst traffic Kampala has seen for months to complete the required paperwork to release our possessions, and still, nothing.
It’s less than three months since we stepped off the plane at Entebbe airport and made our way to our new home here in Kampala, Uganda. Despite that relatively short amount of time, our house has already played host to a range of weird and wonderful guests.