We walked to Paga beach on Victoria Lake this morning. It took us around 45 minutes on a scenic,
rustic road. On our way there, we saw a
goat herd, many children who yelled “Mzungu, mzungu, how are you?” and most of
them wanted to shake our hands. We ran
into a ton of butterflies on our way there. I have never seen anything like
it. It was beautiful. I also climbed this big, African tree and posed
for a photo. This mama who spoke English
quite well told us when saying good morning to many people, we must add “uru”
at the end of “oyaore”. So we must say
“oyaore uru”. Down at the beach,
children were fishing with a wooden stick without success. Children here don’t have fancy toys like N.
American children. They play with straws, tires, fishing, lids that are rolled,
garbage bag soccer balls, and drawing on dirt.
They look very blissful playing with these materials which made me feel
very greedy, having everything I need in life and still wanting more.
a tree climber
These ladies taught us what "uru" meant
