This morning Julian, Lydia and I went to the bakery on the main road before headed to the FSD offices. I got a crueller. If I am going to be honest, it was pretty terrible. SO SO DRY. We had some language training (I need to practice!) and discussions about host families. I wish I was able to share my host family experiences after my first day. There seem to be a range of experiences. Chandler's family has 12 kids. Matt was woken up at 5 am for call to prayer. Almost everyone was given excessive amounts of food. I wonder what my family will be like??
After lunch is when my day got really interesting. We all piled in a special hire and drove to St. Jude's. I thought it was about 6 miles outside the city. This cannot be true. It was maybe 20 kilometers on a paved road and the nanother mile or two on a dirt road. There was most just unworked land alongside the paved road. There were many mud homes and structures along the dirt road. I kept looking at them and trying to guess if that could be my home. There were no shops. This was not a city. No wifi cafes, hotels or tourism. The further we got outside the city, the more anxious I became. The other 11 interns, thought I just met them a few days ago, are my one support system. I don't want to lose that. I wish that meeting up after work was an option. The thought of walking to the main road and trying to catch a taxi is intimidating to say the least. And going into Masaka would be the easy part. What would I say on the way back? Drop me off at the dirt road inlet??
If isolation is fear #1, uselessness is fear #2. The project is already so successful. I was reading about it online. Its gotten funding by the UN. It trains 20,000 farmers each year. The farm was small, but still so impressive. Every bit of space is used. I don't know what I could possibly contribute. I don't know THAT much about agriculture--certainly not as much as the people who work there. I thought the whole feeling useless thing was supposed come later. Not on day 3!
We were given a tour by Bashir. The 3.7 acre farm is on a slope. With the cows, pigs and chickens in their structures at the top of the hill (by the gate and offices) and there were completely integrated fields down the slope. A catfish aquaculture pond was at the base of the hill. The place was just so well done. The seed beds were raised, the furrows on the slope were curved to prevent erosion...it was just really impressive.
I also met Jude, my host brother. IT was awkward. We had nothing to say. He is tall, lanky and soft-spoken. After touring the farm, he brought us over to the house which is right across the street. Its crazy nice. Big gates and a stone wall. There is a sitting room with a couch. My room is nice. I have a bed, chair and desk. There is even a bathroom with a toilet. So....I move in on Thursday. Jeepers.