I left CSI: Bathroom on the second day in Gulu, moving up two floors into the only other vacant room in the hotel.
This room isn’t perfect either, but I no longer fear that my shower is going to come alive at night or that the toilet is going to inflict a disease on me.
My sink doesn’t work, but at least the faucet is attached to the wall so that I hold out hope that it will work one of these days. It makes a great bathroom storage area for flowery headbands and other bathroomly things.
There’s no electricity in my bathroom which is actually okay, because even the thought of makeup vanishes in the sweat that begins each morning and only ceases when I lay down on top of the cool sheet at night.
The other benefit of no electricity in the bathroom is that I can’t be bothered to even attempt to tame my curls, which have taken on a life, and perhaps a solar system, of their own. From what I can see out of my peripheral vision, the force grows stronger with my hair every day. Only time will tell if it remains fairly well-behaved or if it turns to the dark side. I think it’s going to be the dark side because anytime one clearly sees their hair from the periphery, that hair is clearly up to no good.
But cold water, and on rare occasions even hot water, flows freely from the shower head and the toilet no longer causes me nightmares.
And check out my dresser/closet/pantry/medicine cabinet/table complete with chair.
Perhaps my favorite thing about my new room is the view. I look out on Gulu now, out onto buildings under construction. The rhythm of hammers is the heartbeat of a town rebuilding herself, one nail at a time.
From my window I see houses and huts side by side, the new and the old married here.
Gulu is up to become a city this year. She would be the second official city in Uganda. Gulu residents are excited at the prospect of more industry and municipalities that reach the outskirts of town. They hope Gulu will become like Kampala, a polluted, crowded, noisy racket of a city. I want what’s best for Gulu and I’m just not sure bigger is always better. So for now, I’ll relish the clink of hammers and enjoy my view of small, kindhearted Gulu.
4 thoughts on “A Room With A View”
Still looking for bicycles in those pictures!
Sadly, I’m not sure it’s going to happen, Gayle. They only sell bicycles here, not rent them. 😦
are you still using the mosquito net gift from your student?