Mbale Resort Hotel Ltd

... the photos.<br><br>" Its 7 am on Saturday morning and Tobin and I are awoken by Lilian, a single mother and our village housekeeper in her late twenties, lightly knocking on the wooden door to our small guest house. Lilian is not there to give us a wake up call though however, as the crows of the roosters and the regular morning squeals of the guinea fowls take care of that job much earlier on. She has come to prepare our morning tea and to heat up our bathing water on the small charcoal ...

... be in! I got a few nice photos of the bats though.<br><br>There was a pool we could swim in above the second, smaller fall and the local boys found all of our white bodies hilarious. The water was freezing (its at 1800m altitude) though so we didn't stay in for long! The third waterfall was the smallest of the three but cast a wonderful rainbow across the pool that it plunged into creating a magical ...

... and Carol WIllison, and their lovely family, who live in a beautiful house high above Kampala with a great view of the city below - they were so friendly and welcoming, it was a pleasure (and their oldest son Wes is home on break from freshman year at Swarthmore where he is good friends with Josh Glickenhaus, son of one of my oldest friends, Vicky and Lee!! SMALL WORLD! It was wonderful to spend a few hours ...

... them from Ugandan Red Cross! We talked a bit about the "one circumcision, one knife" initiative. Nabugoye Hill has been kinda quiet since everyone is a relative of JJ so they are going back and forth to his place for shiva after his son's burial. Naturally people are sad and spirits are dampened a bit. But this morning I endeavored to make an American breakfast - bought the fixings, got a recipe from Joy of Cooking ...

... and concurrent medical clinic. As usual, women are more willing to be tested for HIV than men. We are using the structure of a local elementary school (construction is unfinished and you can enter and leave the small building through large holes in the walls!). As people arrive, they are registered at one large table under the trees, names and info entered into a large book by one of two volunteer. Then they sit on small benches under the tree ...

... daughter Dafna is staring a challah baking business. Here in Uganda, to bake challah you need to take your risen dough, put it in a pot on the fire, turn the top of the pot upside down and put more fire on TOP so it will bake, then keep checking it every 10 min or so to see that it doesn't burn before it cooks. It was absolutely delicious, moist and excellent texture!!! We had a delicious meal of rice, matoke, greens, peas ...

... BP initially of 230 over 140 on the automatic cuff. Repeated manually was ONLY 190 over 120. She had a headache. Oral propranolol and nifedipine were given to her, only a week's worth as that is all we could give. High fevers in adults, more pertussis sounding coughs, a 4month old with subcostal and suprasternal retractions and a more prnounced highptiched wheeze all over ...

... in a complete jackknife, and sweeps her hands from side to side with the wet rags. It looks like the worst position for your back, but I see women everywhere bending at the waist to cook, prepare food, wash clothes in a basin, etc. Also, if the water is running, all she needs to do is get some from the bathroom tap, but last week the water pump was broken for four days. So then Rachel, Alima and Abiba her daughters, need to take empty Jerricans down the hill ...

... of SK High School, the youth heard a wonderful presentation on careers in agriculture and educational advice by John Bosco, a man from Namatumba who is now a highly trained organic agricultural expert here working with the Peace Kawomera coffee coop members. Then Dr. Samson and I did a question and answer health education session. We had handed out paper earlier on which they could write anonymous questions - and they came up with over 40 wonderful ...

... I listened to his lungs (junky) and felt how hot he felt and looked at his labored breathing. Whrn Samson arrived we spoke with the doctor on call, who really could do no more than he had done. I am sad to report that he passed away the next day. As I was out of town for Shabbat I was unable to attend the funeral, but apparently there were hundreds of people, of mixed faiths, attending. I feel so bad at the disparity of care. On Sunday we did a day of medical outreach in ...