Oasis in Uganda
If I could write a poem I would. If pictures would even come
close to doing it justice, I would spend hours at whatever internet caf� we
find later today in Kampala to upload them. I mean, I didn’t actually take
pictures, but I would try to find them.
O squad together again, all of us meeting up in Jinja,
Uganda, was a sweet reunion. I love it when we get together. It was home.
Literally a few yards away from the Nile. Sleeping in my tent (ok, not a whole
lot of sleep happened). And then…
Rafting the Nile.
Right. This is my life. Most of the squad spent last
Saturday on the Nile river in five rafts, going down class 4 and 5 rapids,
drinking Nile water (totally healthy, don’t worry), floating down the river in
our life jackets. The beauty of this river, the land around it, the adrenaline
of rafting, meeting up with random O squad’ers as we all floated down the
river, sharing thoughts of “Oh yeah, we’re swimming down the Nile together.
This is totally normal.” Talking about remembering this experience in forty
years, when we don’t have pictures or words to describe it to people who
weren’t there. Stopping at Lunch Island to eat fresh food, spending more than a
few seconds underneath the raft on the last rapid, standing at the top of the
hill at the end and trying to convince myself that the view I was seeing was
real.
