Uganda Day 33: Where The Streets Have No Name

In a radical turn of events, I am writing this blog pre-dinner, which is highly unusual. I didn't feel like cooking again tonight, and besides which it's a Friday, so I decided just to order food. There's an app in Uganda which let's you order from a ton of different restaurants, for a very small delivery fee. I went with what I know, so there is (hopefully) a quesadilla on its way, courtesy of The Little Donkey. I say "hopefully" because it's sort of challenging to get something delivered when you don't have an address, and when the two turns before your house don't have street names, and when the street you're actually on doesn't even show up on Google Maps (seriously). So I'm not sure exactly how they're going to find me, but I guess we'll see how it goes.

In other news, there's been a slight change of plans at work. We found out today that we're only allowed to send one person to this APCOF launch on Monday, which is kind of unfortunate. It would have been super helpful for both of us to go, since it's so relevant to our own work. But in the end, we decided that Aliana will go to the APCOF launch and I will attend FHRI's own election report launch, as originally planned. Not ideal, but I'm sure the FHRI launch will still be extremely interesting. To be honest, it might actually be nice to have some time away from pre-trial detention. Although the FHRI launch ends in the early afternoon, whereas the other one would have been all day. Still, I'm happy to get out of the office and looking forward to attending! And the more I think about it, the more I'm curious to hear about what they have to say about the election.

Speaking of voting—I was not expecting to wake up this morning to news of a "Leave" majority in the UK. It was one of those things that I knew was possible, given the close polling and such, but I always just assumed that the "Remain" camp would lock it down. Unfortunately, Brexit is now an actual thing. And here I was so looking forward to the end of the word "Brexit" as much as anything else. I suppose we're stuck with it for the foreseeable future, though. It really is amazing how the entire world seems collectively stupefied, with no idea how to respond.

Anyway, an actual Brexit is still a long way away, and I may or may not be holding out some glimmer of hope that something will come along and intervene.

That's my take on the matter, for what it's worth.

Mid-blog update: the food has arrived! Well, "arrived" may be a stretch. It took four phone calls with the driver, and in the end I still had to walk all the way down the street, but at least it made it. I forgot to mention earlier the other exasperating factor when it comes to my address—the only landmark where I can direct them to turn onto the first no-name street is a "JMS" sign, and there just happens to be another "JMS" sign one block over, down a side-street. Everyone inevitably ends up at the other one. But it all worked out in the end!

I'm starving, so it's quesadilla time for me. Happy Friday!