The Market

This is a picture of the chickens I saw at the market two days ago. Yes, all of those chickens are still alive. Just tied up and waiting to be sold, then of course slaughtered. Actually, we have to go get chickens today in a few minutes. There is no such thing as picking up some chicken breasts or thighs or wings at the supermarket here. You want chicken? Go buy a live one and kill it. Or go buy chicken meat that has just been cooked. Option A or Option B.

The internet here has been really spotty, so I haven't done a very good job at blogging. It is really an incredible place and experience, and I feel like I have so much to write about and reflect upon. But I dont have time to do it now...so you'll have to wait!

Oh, but want to know my favorite thing??? (Well, maybe not my real favorite, but a little hyperbole goes a long way, right?) The other day we asked some the Ugandan's who work in the organization if they knew what McDonalds was. What was there response? "McDonalds? What is that?" So the McDonalds empire hasn't conquered the entire world...yet.