"If I'm not there when you get there, send out a search party!" I said with a laugh just before I left the house.
I was quite nervous about the workshop not really sure how it would go ever, if the women would even understand what I was talking about and if I would be able to facilitate it well without getting off topic or having the women getting discouraged. I decided to ride the bike to the site by myself, Nic got me started and then pointed me in the right direction, things were going well until I thought maybe I had missed the turn off, I thought I would keep riding for a bit and turn around if I didn't see it - I knew I was fairly close. Then I saw 2 women walking and thought great these women are probably on their way to the savings training. I tried to talk to them, asked them if they knew Shanti Uganda and they said "yes, we go there now." Perfect I thought I will just follow them, the older lady looked familiar and I asked the younger one what her name was and she said Prosy, wonderful! I knew one of the women was named Prosy. As we kept walking it was very clear that we were getting farther away from the birth house so I started asking more questions:
Are you going to Shanti Uganda for 4 o'clock? Yes
Do you know Natalie? Not yet
So do you make beads or textiles? Not yet
Do you know Robina? Not yet
Where are you going then? We are going home
She also asked me a couple questions:
What is wrong madam? I'm lost
Can I help you madam, you like tired? I'm not tired I'm just worried (I say with sweat dripping down my face huffing and puffing pushing my bike)
I knew I had to keep following them because I would never be able to find my way back through the bush so I kept following them, I knew I was totally late for the training but I could also tell that we were going in a different direction than the way we came. I asked the ladies if they were going to Kasana, they said yes so I hoped I would be able to find my way back home and just wait for Nat, or get a boda boda back to the birth house. We walked for over an hour, I realized I didn't have Nats cell phone number, didn't speak the language and was basically a stupid muzungo!
Finally we stumbled upon our house, I thanked Prosy profusely and gave her 1000 shillings - Nat said this was a bit dumb and unnecessary but I think they went out of their way to take me back to to town and they were actually headed in a different direction and I was just so grateful that I had found my way home.
I hung out at our place and then Nic cam back to drop off his bike and find me on a boda boda. I got to the site and started teaching the workshop covered in sweat, dirty feet and a bit stressy.
Although I had gotten off to a rough start, the training was awesome, way better than I could have predicted.
love to you all,
wendy
I was quite nervous about the workshop not really sure how it would go ever, if the women would even understand what I was talking about and if I would be able to facilitate it well without getting off topic or having the women getting discouraged. I decided to ride the bike to the site by myself, Nic got me started and then pointed me in the right direction, things were going well until I thought maybe I had missed the turn off, I thought I would keep riding for a bit and turn around if I didn't see it - I knew I was fairly close. Then I saw 2 women walking and thought great these women are probably on their way to the savings training. I tried to talk to them, asked them if they knew Shanti Uganda and they said "yes, we go there now." Perfect I thought I will just follow them, the older lady looked familiar and I asked the younger one what her name was and she said Prosy, wonderful! I knew one of the women was named Prosy. As we kept walking it was very clear that we were getting farther away from the birth house so I started asking more questions:
Are you going to Shanti Uganda for 4 o'clock? Yes
Do you know Natalie? Not yet
So do you make beads or textiles? Not yet
Do you know Robina? Not yet
Where are you going then? We are going home
She also asked me a couple questions:
What is wrong madam? I'm lost
Can I help you madam, you like tired? I'm not tired I'm just worried (I say with sweat dripping down my face huffing and puffing pushing my bike)
I knew I had to keep following them because I would never be able to find my way back through the bush so I kept following them, I knew I was totally late for the training but I could also tell that we were going in a different direction than the way we came. I asked the ladies if they were going to Kasana, they said yes so I hoped I would be able to find my way back home and just wait for Nat, or get a boda boda back to the birth house. We walked for over an hour, I realized I didn't have Nats cell phone number, didn't speak the language and was basically a stupid muzungo!
Finally we stumbled upon our house, I thanked Prosy profusely and gave her 1000 shillings - Nat said this was a bit dumb and unnecessary but I think they went out of their way to take me back to to town and they were actually headed in a different direction and I was just so grateful that I had found my way home.
I hung out at our place and then Nic cam back to drop off his bike and find me on a boda boda. I got to the site and started teaching the workshop covered in sweat, dirty feet and a bit stressy.
Although I had gotten off to a rough start, the training was awesome, way better than I could have predicted.
love to you all,
wendy
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