Kisoro

Recently I went on a men’s retreat where we all went and saw the southwest corner of Uganda, to Kisoro. Kampala, my current home is full of vegetation and mountains. In Kisoro, the same is true but only more so. It has to be the most beautiful place I have seen on this earth.
It is not easy to get to this paradise. It takes roughly 10 hours to get there. It is not far but the roads are atrocious. They have speed bumps on the interstate. If this is not bad enough, the road itself is nothing but potholes and crumbled pavement. When on such a long trip things happen. One of those things happened to me. A couple of hours after having my picture taken at the equator, you heard right, we stopped at a gas station to fill up the vehicle and rest a bit. Well, we all had to use the bathroom but I was privileged enough to use the squatty potty. I know several of my missionary friends are laughing right now. This particular floor and hole was more disgusting than usual. Oh well, when you gotta go… When I exited I made sure I was presentable and good to go. Well, my front of my trousers, pants in America, touched that floor and had a small brown substance on it. It could be mud, or it could be something else. Well, I still have to make it to the car and of course the whole world will see me. Of course I get sympathy from my fellow travelers as they point, laugh, and try to get this scene on camera. I change in the car once we get into the country and properly disposed of them. Ah, good times, good times.
The trip is not over yet. We get to our destination and it is truly breath taking. Kisoro is about 2,000 meters/6,562 feet above sea level. With it being so high it gets nice and cool there. We visit many churches and encourage them and I got to know more about an amazing man, George. Br. George is by far, the most remarkable native that I have met, if not one of the top ten men ever. George works with numerous churches with no real financial support directly to him. All of his churches that he grew or helped grew was mainly financed by the local people. Words cannot say what this man has done. It took us traveling all day just to visit these places. We went to schools with hundreds of children that all knew him and were ecstatic to see his visitors. Some of these children have never seen a white person up close and personal. One school was so happy that when we left I had about 50-75 students around me wanting me to do animal sounds, or just be goofy in some way or another. It seems that everyone in Kisoro knows George and George seems to know everyone there as well. If he wasn’t busy enough, he plans on working with well over 100 churches in unknown areas because they have not had proper discipleship. George is an amazing man and God bless him for that.
When night came we settled down with a game of poker; no there was no gambling what so ever, chips only. I came close to winning too, ha ha.
The morning of our departure my teammate Jake became ill and threw up. The poor guy did so again as he hung out the passenger window. Jake knew he was going to again so asked another one of our guys to capture him spewing via camera. Gross I know. Well, he asked us to pull over, with a great landscape view with the biggest mountain in the background. He gets over as best he can and we had two cameras that captured it. Mine was not one of them but I sure let out a laugh at the absurdity of a guy wanting that on film. He got sick at least two other times on the way up and we truly did feel bad for the guy.
Every guy road trip has to have some sort of weirdness to it and this one fit the bill. If I ever get the ability to go again I will. It truly is a beautiful place. All of these pictures are on my friend Jake’s blog site.