There's a lot more to report, but I'm not going to get the chance to do so before I get home. For a while there I had internet access in my apartment, but it has vanished again. I am posting this from an internet café in Ntinda as I go out and about doing errands on my last full day in Uganda.
There was a time there a few weeks ago when I was ready to call it quits and come home because I was pretty miserable here. Now I’m ready to come home because I think I’ve done what I needed to do, my time here seems complete. At the last I think I was able to offer something to MCDT despite my spotty attendance record. I made some friends here. I got to see pretty much everything I desperately wanted to see. I didn’t get to Jinja, but I still hope to see the Botanical Gardens in Entebbe tomorrow before my flight. I didn’t have a rolex (a breakfast burrito made with a chapatti), but I’m not going to push my stomach to accommodate it now. Overall, I feel satisfied. I’m both sad to be leaving and happy to be coming home, which is a pleasant if slightly melancholy mix.
Saturday, coming home from lunch with Fred, I stared out the window of the matatu trying to take everything in so I could remember: the vendors at the taxi park, the stalls with bright fabric, the feel of bouncing over potholes, the intersection at Wandegeya, the vendor at the corner of my street selling maize grilled over a charcoal brazier with the husks all around her. I won’t be able to hold it all. I think I’m going to miss it.