Back on the right side of the road...

While traveling around Uganda, it was not hard to realize that we were driving on the left side of the road. My brother may point out that this is nothing new, as I do that in the states, and he would be correct, but at least in America I do it for a brief period of time. We are in Rwanda now, and back driving on the right side of the road. I feel at home already, though I would trade our side of the road for some English...

The bus ride was longer than expected, and 10 hours was long enough. It was not event free...never is...

• 1st, when we got to the station we met a young man named MaKenya. He helped us with our bags, and told us he was going to ride the bus with us to Rwanda. It became apparent as we were waiting on the bus that he did not have a ticket, in fact he had no papers to get across the boarder. Trigger, Kim and I talked to him for 20 minutes, trying to get him to leave he bus, explaining that he would be stranded on the border, far from home. He didn't seem to get it, and as I moved in close, I could smell the alcohol on his breath. Finally, regretfully, I went to a man who worked for the bus and told him about MaKenya. He went to the back of the bus, and then left, leaving MaKenya there. We wondered what was going on, and then the bus drove off, with him still on! Now what? I was all ready to let him be, but then realized that while it would be the comfortable thing to do, it wouldn't be best for MaKenya. So I went to the front, talked to the guy who checks tickets, and he went to talk to him. Ma Kenya had no money, so they stopped the bus and forced him off. That was so sad. I really wanted to help him, but of course there was no way to get him across the border. So we left him, a little ways away from Kampala. We prayed for him tonight, and I hope he was able to make it back home.
• We only stopped once! We pulled off on the side of the road, and there were many shops selling all kinds of food, and 30 people running around with food and drink for us to buy. Conner and I bought some meat on a stick-either beef or goat-and it was good! It was cooked well and seasoned with something. That was our only food however, except for the crackers and granola bars I brought.
  
• There were a few people who looked after us. A lady sat in front of Conner and took care of him, shared her food, and helped us with border crossing. A boy sat next to Kim and also helped us out, telling Conner and me which food not to buy, and explaining what ever we didn't understand. They were so nice. Emmanuel, our contact here in Rwanda, said that th Rwandan people are very polite and love visitors, treating us as guests. We could really sense that, and were most appreciative.
  
• The bus-ticket man sat next to me for a while, and we talked about church. He goes on Saturday, because it is a commandment and we need to follow it to go to heaven. I challenged him on that, asking if it was obeying the 10 commandments that got us to heaven, but he had to conduct some bus business before we could finish the conversation. It is interesting to think, however, how much of what we do at church is due to tradition, and many don't even know why, or the thought process behind it.
  
• When we left Uganda, we all thought that we would be staying together at Moucecore for the first month, but instead they found host families for us, and we go live with them tomorrow. So...the adventure starts.
  

That's all for now, our time is about out at this internet cafe. Thank you so much for your prayers, and for reading about our time here...and for posting comments! More updates to follow...