"Kiss Me Some" . . .off to the Islands

Monday morning marked the take-off day of our absolutely ridiculous, adventerous, CRAZY trip to the Islands. Stacie, AmyRose Ivan first met up with Devon (American about our age who is here for 5 months working on Mercy Home), Mukesa, and Kato Vicent for lunch and to hop a few boda-boda's to the port where our wonderful boat awaited our arrival.

We were informed byMukesa that this would be a 7hr. journey. Not because it should take that long, but because as Ivan said, "The boat--it is like a taxi. Except on water. It will stop many places. Like a tour!" Joy. Not incredibly thrilled about this supposed 7 hr. boat ride, we were still quite excited about the opportunity to go to the Islands and see where Kato and his family are from. Not to mention, we were going somewhere new, having no idea what awaited us, and we are both always excited for a new place.

The first suprise came as we stood on the beach, wondering how exactly we were supposed to get from where we stood, to our boat, which was about 25 yds. out into the water. AmyRose turned her head for less than a millisecond, and upon turning back around, her beloved Nakabuye was being CARRIED by a Ugandan man, who was literally half her size, out to the boat. Yes, we got a picture :) The rest of the crew got to the boat in the same manner. And I must say, watching Devon be carried cradle-style to the boat might have been the funniest thing we've seen yet.

For some reason they loaded the Muzungu crew first. So thrilled about our journey, we made our way to the front of the over-sized row-boat w/ fishing-boat-sized-motor. We made ourselves comfortable and sat for a few minutes....then several minutes....then several more. And as we sat, they loaded. They loaded people. Then cargo. Then more people. Then more cargo. Then more people. Then....... well about 39 people and a whole lot of luggage, beer, boxes of polio vaccine, and a bycycle later--it was time for take-off.

Within the first 25 minutes of our journey, our engine died. The waves got a bit bigger. And our crew soon realizeda few things:
#1 They loaded the Muzungus first b/c we were too stupid to know NOT to sit up front, where the boat rocks the most, and those prone to sea sickness might, in fact, die.
#2 Apparently in Uganda, it is an everyday occurrence to load 39 people + cargo into a very clearly TEN -passenger boat, with a motor the size of a toaster, and on a windy, wavy day, think you are not, in fact, going to capsize.
#3 AmyRose has a motion sickness issue. ...a VERY VERY BAD motion sickness issue.


The stopping and starting of the engine went on for the entire duration of our trip. Numerous other boats full of passengers passed us by, and the Americans slowly came up with a plan for when we capsize.....we would use the polio vaccine boxes at our feet and towering above our faces as floatation devices.

We made 3 stops on our way to our island, and the last stop before our destination was by far the best. We were on the Island where the Buganda tribe lived--the original tribe of Uganda. And as we approached the usual "MUZUNGU!!!" screaming began. A quite intoxicated waded into the water to speak to the Muzungus from the boatside..... Here is how the conversation between he and AmyRose went:

Crazy Man: "Hello!! Hello, Muzungu. Kiss me some!! Kiss me some 500! Kiss me some one thousand?? Kiss me some!"

AmyRose: "Kiss you some??!! You want me to kiss you?? For five hundred?? I have to pay you AND kiss you? I feel like this may be a lose-lose for me. I seem to be getting the bad end of the deal."

Crazy Man: "KISS ME SOME!!!"

Apparently, what he actually meant was not, in fact, "kiss me," but "give me." He wanted money. Not a kiss and a payment for doing so....


(TO BE CONTINUED)