On November 25th, Saturday, I woke up knowing I was sick with Malaria but it wasn't bad until the afternoon. In the morning we walked around Kasese a bit and Joshua worked in the music studio some more. While I was waiting outside the studio, I chatted with the owner about different religions in the area. I casually laid out some of my church's beliefs and my own. The owner told me he was Baptist and went to a Baptist Church in Kasese. We talked about the Baptist General Conference and statements of faith. We appeared to agree.
The studio owner also showed me grasshoppers (see photos) which I have been seeing people catch and eat around here. Apparently it's quite popular and they even name them as they catch them: King, Queen, Workers, and Soldiers. They prepare them by pulling off the wings and legs while they are still alive and then they are ready for the fry pan.
Also while I was there I tried to gather some little girls for fun fingernails polish session but they were too shy and didn't understand my English. Oh well, I plan to use a few nail polishes and glitter stencils I brought with me to treat the little orphan/foster girls at the school party on Saturday.
I was somewhat frustrated getting malaria as I had been faithfully taking my anti-malaria pills daily. Also frustrating is that two local guys I work with here, trying to show they care, kept visiting me for almost half a day. They thought they were caring but entertaining them is not what I want to do while I'm sick. It's not like I can sleep in my bed in front of visitors. I tried to indicate that I needed rest (alone) but culture barriers prevented my message from getting across without being rude so i let it go for now. I love my alone time and need it to recharge myself for the week. By the end of the day I felt quite sick.
Nickson persuade me to go to the Hot Springs as it was scheduled for today. I was sick but I went anyway because "No" was apparently not an option. So Joshua, Nickson, and I went to the Hot Springs, where you could supposedly swim so I brought my swimsuit. Unfortunately, it reminded me more of a Russian bath house than a welcoming tourist attraction as I gathered from the information I was given. Maybe I'm just shy but I could not bring myself to "bathe" in a small pool of somewhat murky water filled with only guys. The only girl who was in there left soon after I arrived, and she was local too.
Joshua didn't swim either but Nickson did. I was so disappointed because I Love swimming. But oh well, I was sick anyway. Although the Hot Springs was supposedly known for its healing properties, it was not enough to persuade me to change my mind.
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