hail storm & pizza delivery

Yesterday, two strange things happened.

First, in the afternoon the weather suddenly turned stormy and we experienced a hail storm. Yes, I’m sitting on the equator, and hail is pelting down practically sideways and sliding under the door of the office. After the storm, one of the guards scooped up a bunch of the hail stones and ate them (since we have no means of refrigeration and definitely no freezer here, ice is quite a strange site and apparently an exciting snack). I couldn’t help but think that the hail stones were the perfect crushed-ice consistency for a margarita…

Then, at about 9 pm, Jessica and I were about to turn off the lights and go to sleep when Rose (the Operations Officer – she basically stays on top of everything and keeps things running smoothly at the office) knocked on our door bearing a pizza wrapped in tin foil. Indeed, after weeks of joking about how great it would be if we could order pizza for delivery in Ssembabule, we actually had pizza delivered to our door. Rose and Beatrice had been in Masaka, a larger neighboring town where they go to do banking and run errands, and they were sweet enough to bring us back a pizza. Granted, it wasn’t anything close to Domino’s (it was more like focaccia with pizza toppings on it), but it was good, and although I had already brushed and flossed my teeth, I let my hair down and ate it for a bedtime snack (also, we didn’t know if it would taste good the next day; when you have no refrigeration, you have to do crazy things like eat pizza when you’re already full and drink an entire liter of mango juice in one day).

Moral of the story: you never know what’s going to happen here!