Attack of the warthogs!!

Sorry about that last rushed post, but the wild African savannah was calling my name and I just couldn't remain in civilization any longer. The safari was great; we spent three days and two nights in Murchison Falls National Park. Crocodiles, hippos, elephants, giraffes, about a million different types of deer like creatures, warthogs (more on them later); we even saw a leopard almost attack a herd of antelope, but he got stage fright at the last minutes. The warthogs were all over our base camp, literally. There was this old guy who basically spent the first day curled up to my tent sleeping. They pretty much left us alone, except for this one momma. After the morning safari on the second day, I'm trying to get back into my tent, and she's sitting there guarding it. I try to go around her to get in, and she charges me, sort of. More like threatened me. So I went to take a shower instead, cause these warthogs weren't no lovey, cuddlely Pumbas. Took lots of pictures (like 1000) so I'll post some on here as soon as I have a way of doing that, which means as soon as I get back to the states, which means two months. Sorry.Speaking of showers though, that was honestly one of the best parts of the trip: running water. Our place in Mukono doesn't have a shower, we take sponge baths in a little tub. And then about two weeks ago our water ran out, so we've been hauling it from a well that's down below our house. Which I actually don't mind at all, it's just another great part of this whole experience, but having showers available for those three days was heaven. The food wasn't, however. I've been enjoying the African food a bunch, and there they served-or tried to serve-American food. They should have stuck with the local foods. Seriously, the food here is amazing. Least I like it. Staples are rice, beans, matooke (which is boiled plantain bannanas, which is kinda like mashed potatoes), and chipates (African tortillas, way good). Once in a while we'll eat chicken or beef; Irish potatoes are pretty common too. It's good eatin'.Anyway, like I said I'm teaching three classes now; two at Muslim primary schools (basically elementary) and one at a secondary (high) school just down the road from our place. The two Muslim classes we're working out of Thomas Jefferson Education, and the secondary (the schools name is Giants) is going through 7 Habits of Highly Effective People. But I'm not just teaching; I'm learning too. One guy from the Muslim school is teaching some of us Islam Tuesdays and Thursdays; it's so interesting. Another guy named Samuel Sambuze from my Giants class is going to start mentoring me in Lugandan, the local language. I found a Bible about a week ago and I've been struggling through it on my own, but he offered to spend an hour or so on Sundays reading it with me. I'm way excited for that. Life's good. Take care all.