Fourth Day

So why not take a short walk down a hill and see where we'll wind up? What could possibly go wrong? We'll walk down and then we'll walk up. And when we walk up, we'll stop at the most wonderful Italian ice cream place (the ice cream is comparable, I feel to the best in the world). The only problem is I take the wrong path and wind-up in an area near, I take it, Lake Victoria (I feel I have, probably like Livingston who preceded me, walked across Africa. Unlike Stanley, however, who also preceded me...... my first words are "Where is my hotel, Chez Johnston?"). The man in the church I ask for help not only walks with me to the taxi stand but bargains with the taxi driver to get me the best price back to my hotel. Later we visit Joyce, a teacher at our school in Namuwongo who was seriously maimed by the Lords Resistance Army, her husband killed by the same army and her son maimed by the same forces. She lives in Namuwongo with her 4 children and cares for 4 other children, in one room. Ah the poverty found amongst the people of Namuwongo. Tea, nuts,and coffee were served.