It is Saturday morning and the carpenter is coming to work on the project for Johnny's room. I am not doing much of the work - I occasionally go out and hold something for him and maybe even give him a tip on how to do something better but he is used to his methods and they are crude by comparison to the West. Nonetheless they work.

Last night I met a man who is a part time missionary who comes here from time to time to invest in ministries and disciple people. He is a retired postmaster from Georgia but also was the foreman at a large cabinet shop and has a personal shop that is twice the size of my building. We talked about my table saw problems and he gave me some ideas. Funny where you meet the solutions to some of your problems. Roger and I talked a lot last night.

The picture is of a typical moment on a Jinga street. Notice the few cars and the large number of bicycles. This is life here - few cars and a large number of other types of transportation. That is not to say that there are no cars - there are, but they don't own the streets or highways. The thoroughfares of commerce are owned by pedestrians, bicycles and mopeds/motorcycles. Cars slow down and maneuver around the people, the bikes and the mopeds. Very few helmets, and when there is an accident - we have seen at least three very serious ones - there is almost always loss of life; and you can see why. Of course everyone drives on the "other side of the road" and that would not be hard to get used to but the presence of people on the streets is still strange to me.

Tonight John and I will head into town for some night pictures. He tells me: "If you think there are a lot of people on the road during the day, wait until you see it at night". The Ugandans are night people. I will see for myself soon.

Things are well, I am relaxing for the last 48 hours and then travelling and all that stuff.