Through the windshield: part 1

I got a little camera-happy on the way home from Kampala this time.

What else am I going to do for 7 hours?

My thoughts were, “People can never really experience Africa just through pictures, but I should at least let them try to experience some of it.

(I email my pictures to my blog from a gmail account because they are easier to load that way, but I was having trouble emailing more than 10 at a time, so this will be a post in three parts.)

This is my life through the windshield...at high speeds.

Enjoy the pictures….

Yes, that is a motorcycle being carried by a motorcycle.

Brick making.

More school uniform colors: blue and white

Green (at high speeds)

Pink

Purple

Yellow

We took an off-road detour through the bush.

I don't know how that greyhound made it.

How do you find a detour through the bush?

Just follow the big truck in front of you.

And of course, more baboons....

Caleb’s new adventure

Before "our" (read into that - "Doug's") next adventure, I pulled out sandwiches for a quick lunch. It was past 2:30 and my children hadn't complained about being wet or hungry.

I had just watched this baboon crawl inside three vehicles, but it did not compute that I needed to think about her any more than mere entertainment.

Caleb took ONE bite out of his sandwich, and Isabella (the locals have named her) was there in a heartbeat.

She walked over behind Caleb, with only one person seeing her, but not in enough time to say anything. Isabella stood on her back legs, put her right hand on his left shoulder and reached around with her left and grabbed the sandwich and ziplock bag. Caleb thought someone was playing with him and he struggled back, not knowing with whom he was struggling, but after one good tug, she won, leaving him a small pinch of sandwich in his fingers.

Defeated…by a girl.

Without hesitation, he walked over in front of where she sat to consume it and shook his finger at her one good time.

Me? I wasn't so concerned about losing the sandwich. I had others.

But you better believe when she finished and walked away, I walked over and got my ziplock bag!

And wouldn't you know? She had poked a hole in it.

Defeated…by a baboon.

I just wish I had a video of Caleb giving her the "what for."