Roel Toonen via web
Dreadful rain. At least here in Kampala. In the North a speck of rain is deemed quite a blessing. If it starts raining here in Kampala it means it will take about a week before some roads will become inaccessible because of mudflows, broken canals and potholes you could lose a car in.
Uganda has had quite some news flashes over the months. Kampala known as Sin City of east Africa, city of freedom where anything is possible, where you can now be judged and prosecuted based on your sexual preferences, where ladies dress to under impress in fear of retaliation for showing some skin. Uganda, Land of contradictions, place I’ll call home for the coming two years.
It is easy to judge someone with different moral and cultural values than you, of course basing those judgements on the in your eyes superior moral and cultural values handed down to you. What is morally right, and what is morally wrong? I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m nowhere near having an answer to that question. If you don’t know the answer, you observe before you judge.
Suits me fine. Now I find myself surrounded by people who I would previously have scared away with my opinions, values blah blah…or the other way around. Makes life hell of a lot more interesting.
For me my time here revolves around work, and the people I meet here. Of course work is the whole reason I’m here in Uganda, so it tends to take the upper hand. Balance is challenging. For work I run (or limp, since I broke a bone in my foot) around the office trying to get things running. Two drilling rigs standing still with the clock ticking. I can tell you, getting parts and mechanics in Kampala is not easy. Nothing ever fits, and nobody knows everything you need to know. It’s a roller-coaster. So much to get done, and so many difficulties to overcome before things can get done. Works better than a diet.
For now I’m focussing my attention on getting the two rigs operational and making preparations for project based work. No projects without something to drill your boreholes with. After that, I can step into a whole new roller-coaster, project management.
The running, the worrying, the constant pressure and the relentless deadlines. Welcome to drilling boreholes in Uganda. I like it.