July 14, 2007 

I got up early in the morning to catch a taxi to Kampala with Erin. She invited me to go with her and a group of her Peace Corps friends to go see Harry Potter. I had absolutely nothing better to do and it sounded like fun, so I came along.

Right after I got into the taxi-it started pouring. I didn’t know that it was going to rain, so I was in a t-shirt, long shorts, and sandals. But Erin had more warning, so by the time we got to her house, she’d grabbed a raincoat. Not that it helped much because by the time we got to Kampala it was still pouring and for some reason the taxi took us on a crazy detour and dropped us off 15 minutes from where we wanted to be. So Erin and I hiked through the rain and I got completely soaked.

All the streets in Kampala were flooded, it looked like mini-really-dirty-3-inch-deep-rivers. It occurred to me once again that when I signed up for coming to Africa that drowning in the streets of Kampala is not what I had envisioned.

It was really miserable. So miserable, in fact, I couldn’t help but find it absolutely hilarious. So while Erin and I trudged thought the mini-rivers of Kampala to get to the movie theater we laughed the whole way about the complete ridiculousness of it all.

It took the whole movie to dry off, but thankfully, by the time it was over the rain had stopped and the rivers had mostly dried up. We rode the taxi back the two hour ride (someone pointed out how desperate we must be for entertainment if we were willing to travel two hours for the sole purpose of watching a movie. I had never thought about it in that context-but it is completely true).