Oli Otya from Kampala.

Sunset at Ndere Center.

Oli Otya means Hello in Luganda, the traditional language of Uganda. I have been here for two days now and I am shocked at how different it actually is.  Cattle graze on city street corners, stores are set up in shanties, and everything is loud.  We braved a city market yesterday and I can say it is an experience that I am never going to forget.  Today we headed to a women's center an hour outside of Kampala and it was one hundred percent wonderful. Although I don't think I'll ever get used to being referred to as Mzungu (white person), I am loving my experience here so far.  While it might be exotic and completely different from what I am used to, I am loving the culture shock I am feeling.  I am headed to a rural Ugandan village tomorrow morning but for now I will share some pictures of my time here so far.

Passport and Yellow Fever Card.

A little boy named George.

Marching band playing "The Lion King Sleeps Tonight".