Murchison Falls

So I just returned from Murchison Falls. WOW... It was fantastic. I met some awesome people and I saw some AMAZING sights.

For those of you who are unaware I am not one to be speechless but really I don't know how to put the over all place into words. I can tell you some random things but the moral of the story is... I am very glad that God has an incredible imagination. How anyone could say that 2781 species of antelope all could live in the same place by evolution and each is the MOST adapted? That is just tom foolery. I am not here to argue with you though... that's your business not mine.

So I arrived at the Red Chili, the hotel/tour company I went with on Monday evening. The place made me dizzy. I walked in and it was mzungus from wall to wall. They were all eating and drinking and what have you... There was only one way in which this was slightly like my daily life of late... only about 5% of them were speaking my language in conversation amongst themselves.

I promptly retreated to my living quarters; shared with 17 people from Sweden who were leaving the hotel at 4 AM. That was AWESOME... then when I did wake up for real I wondered around awkwardly until the vans were preparing to leave for Murchison. We then left and in the bus load of 14 people the role call went as follows: 4 Germans (the two daughters had spent a year in Kumi doing missions work at a hospital and teaching a bible study), 2 French, 1 Norwegian (Doing humanitarian work mostly in Gulu, the area most hit by LRA), 1 Washington DC (doing AIDs testing in Mbale area), 5 Texans (their church partners with a feeding program, like an orphanage without the beds just the food, in Jinja), and one Iowan (I think you know about this guys shenanigans). The fellow who drove our tour van was Medi, he grew up in Jinja, has been driving these tours and does guiding of the Murchison falls tours for four years.

We there were 8 of us that hung out quite a bit of the time. Sarah from Norway, Thorston from DC, the Texans and I. We had a good time. My tent mate was Roger. He is the pastor of the First Baptist Church of Archer City, Texas. We had some very good discussions at night.

We had some interesting encounters with tsi tsi flies. They hurt when they bite, not that I know first hand but that is the word on the street from the female type people who did get bitten. Medi told us that they don't cause African Sleeping Sickeness anymore. Thorston, Mr CDC himself confirmed that it had been 3 years since the last reported case.

I can't really describe seeing giraffes, elephants, antelopes, lions, etc. it was awesome but words can't really describe it.

The last day we went to the actual falls. It was fantastic. The falls are on the Nile. The river goes through a 7 meter hole. It therefore gets a bit excited as it does this. The water produces a rainbow or two. It was gorgeous.

We then came home. I think this is the lamest blog post in the history of the world.

In other news in the taxi to Mbale from Kampala I slept for part of the journey, and when I woke up the three ladies in the back seat were singing hymns in Luganda. It was pretty awesome.