Washing and reading
The start of the week was quite slow and chilled: we did some planning, a lot of reading, and had Monday afternoon off to do washing which has really built up over the weekend so took even longer than usual (over 3 hours!).
On Tuesday we had a meeting with our project officer to discuss our suggestions for how the ICS programme can be improved (this mainly consisted of requests for volunteers to be given all the relevant information at the start – or even before – placement so that planning is easier and more efficient). My team then had a meeting with the chairperson for Hoima Youth with Disabilities Association (HYWDA) in which we made plans to form a group for youth with disabilities to provide them with training. I’m very excited for this project and look forward to the initial meeting next week.
Buseruka Debate
On Thursday we visited Buseruka secondary school again to lead a debate with the motion ‘This house believes poverty is the fault of the government rather than the individual’. Unfortunately the details of the debate had not been conveyed to the students so they were unprepared for the topic. However, I feel they made a good effort and one of the Ugandan volunteers, called Emmanuel, gave a talk with some information so I hope the students learnt a bit more about the subject.
The group of pupils then elected members for the different positions in a VSO club. The club is a brainchild of two Ugandan volunteers, Winnie and Josephine, and aims to provide pupils from various schools with the opportunity to engage in debates and inter-school activities, learn new skills, and contribute to the community.

Our community action day
On Friday the team working with Take A Step women’s association and my team working with the disability association had organised a training session as a community action day. However, we encountered a lot of problems which made it rather a stressful morning: the tents and chairs didn’t arrive until very late, the plan for picking up the PA system had been changed but no-one notified us, and the main driver decided we only needed 2 cars instead of 3 which meant most groups were late and 2 out of the 8 groups invited didn’t come because they had been waiting so long. This is worrying as we fear those groups will no longer wish to work with VSO, but can only hope we will be able to repair and rebuild our relationships. (That’s what we thought at the time, but later discovered they had other reasons for not coming!)

On the bright side, in spite of these mistakes, the event was a great success and all the attendees told us they were delighted with the training. It was great to see all the groups getting involved (especially when members from two almost all-male groups sat together to weave a basket bag) and it was great to hear their positive feedback and plans to embark on liquid soap-making and agricultural enterprises.
I also enjoyed the inevitable dance party at the end (if you put Ugandans and music together the only possible outcome is awesome dancing), especially when the nearby school children flocked to the field to join in.

On top of that, I found some of the methods of transporting goods unconventional and down-right hilarious and the smiles they provoked made the stresses more bearable. All-in-all I’m pleased with how the event went and it seems the groups in attendance are keen for more training and events.

Lake Albert
On Saturday we had a day off and decided to take a trip to Lake Albert for some much needed rest and relaxation. The taxi ride there was slightly scary, but also exhilarating due to the speed of the driver (his skills were definitely Top Gear worthy) and we were dropped part-way down the steep slope to the lake, which afforded beautiful views of the smooth, deep blue water and dark, imposing mountains on the other side.
We entered the sleepy fishing town of Kibiro and spent several hours lounging on the mini beach, chatting and reading. It was lovely and refreshing to wade in the water’s edge and some of the boys even went swimming. There were lots of different birds including a huge black and white one on tall, spindly, orange legs which was almost as tall as me! We also spoke to some of the villagers and they told us the Congolese often make the long journey over the lake (3 hours by speedboat) to trade and fish.


In order to get back to the taxi we had to trek back up the huge hill, which was no mean feat in the hot Ugandan sun and several members of the team struggled. However, we eventually made it to the top to take a very sweaty group photo (which I’ve been made to swear I won’t share with the world) and hopped back in the taxi for an exceedingly speedy drive home.
Half-cakes
I would now like to spare a paragraph for the humble half cake. The name (I have gathered) comes from the fact its consistency is half-cake, half-doughnut. This chewy, fried dough is (in my opinion) one of the great successes of street food and if you ever find yourself in Uganda I would recommend getting a freshly fried half cake from a friendly street vendor (shout-out to Frank who runs the stall from which I normally buy them!). And thus ends my ode to the humble half-cake.
Sunday, 11th November





































