Invisible Children Day 3.

I am now on the plane on my way back to the U.S. This morning we woke up at dawn, and I helped with the morning chores, which included milking the goat. Akiki's mom showed me how to go about doing this, and I'm afraid to say the goat holds a grudge against me now. It was quite fun once I got the hang of it, but Akiki said it took me forever. I fed their chickens as the sun was rising, and was having breakfast at about six thirty. I had to leave soon after that, but they would not let me go without giving me a gift. I refused a chicken and a calf (where was I to put them?) and ended up with a beautiful necklace of braided strings of different colored beads, and a bracelet to match. The whole village saw me off, and it was around 2:30 by the time I got back to the capital, Kampala. I was an hour early for my connecting flight to Amsterdam, so I had lunch at another stand selling roasted corn on a stick. It had a wonderfully smokey flavor, and was covered in butter. I am about to land in Amsterdam, but I regret having to leave. I am so happy I was able to reunite the two families with their children, and I had a great adventure. I'm glad they are safe.