Mazungu are us.

White people. Very few of us in Uganda so we were quite the treat for everyone. Everyone waved as we went past and I've never met people who honestly wanted to please you more than they did. Nothing was a problem for them. By our standards, they are grossly poor but they have a culture we should aim to imitate. Flat tire? Pull over to the side of the road and 10 people appear to assist. No hot water and need a plumber at 9 on a Sunday night? There in 10 minutes. No credit card needed when you check into or make a reservation at a hotel. My hiking boots were mistakenly left in a van that didn't go to Kisoro (where we stayed before going to the D.R.C. for the gorillas). No problem. The van driver drove 10 hours to bring them to me and the manager of the hotel found some boots that were almost my size. As always, I love the daily life and scenes you fall across as you traverse an African nation. Here's a few I've found so far.