It's weird how things can change completely in a short amount of time. Last night I realized there are only 5 other volunteers from when I first got to Africa who are still left. It is weird being one of the "old" volunteers. Grace and I took 6 of the new volunteers into town today and it was all of their first Matatu ride. It such old knoiwledge to us at this point. We know where to go we don't try to get off early. when walking into town I know where the homeless people that'll punch you are and where the extra crazyies hang outs are. And I finally have the hang of crossing the road in a third world country. It goes like this, Look both ways... In uganda Left then Right so if you are American it will take a while to adjust, start creeping a little more and more into the road but not alot so if a car or a boda boda comes out of no where you can jump back onto the road, Then When it looks like it MIGHT be clear PRAY TO YOUR MAKER and run like hell!!!!!!! You just have to have faith you'll be alright, otherwise you are forever going to be on whatever side of the road you are on. I finally stopped worring about car accidents because you never really saw any and then yesterday a volunteer named Jen saw Rev. Jim get into a car accident outside of Barclays when she was getting some money. So now I'm back to fearing for my life. Yesterday was probably the longest day I have had since I have been here.