Back in Bangor

Wilsons_2013 Posted by Rory Wilson on Fri, 13 Apr 2012 | 1 comments | Bookmark: digg this Post this to del.icio.us Post this to Facebook

It is a surreal experience to be able to see with fresh eyes what was once everyday viewing – an experience that will no doubt disappear within a few weeks.

(Sorry for the slightly disjointed and random nature of my thoughts and observations – perhaps this reflects our state of mind at the moment).

It is rather tame to be driving along roads with no potholes or clouds of red dust hitting the windscreen as you follow the vehicles in front. Traffic here (for the most part) is orderly and congenial; traffic lights work and road maintenance is not dangerous to pedestrians or traffic. We’ve even been in cars with no handbrakes or keys and instead they tell you when to change gear, so that emissions are reduced – amazing! (perhaps?)

Where is everyone, I ask myself. Our street appears to be completely deserted; somehow neighbours can magic themselves into their vehicles and leave without being seen. No masses of pedestrians going to markets or school kids heading to the local primary and secondary schools. Compared to Kiwoko, it’s like the set from a futuristic, post-holocaust movie with apparently, no people remaining.

It is so quiet. No chattering between neighbours, builders or farmers during the day or noisy all-night prayer meetings nearby with loud psedo-tuneful keyboard playing competing with the local beat of the village disco on weekend nights.

Weather – well needless to say we feel like hibernating bears! It is freezing compared to the high temperatures that we have been living with in Uganda. The chill of the wind really bites into your bones and takes Gideon’s breath away when he steps outside. Everyone keeps commiserating with us about how we just missed some really lovely weather the week before we arrived home. I have looked forward to doing various things with Gideon like feeding the ducks at Ward Park (in Bangor), but it is soooo cold I don’t want to go out. When we open the car door to lift Gideon out and transfer him to the house he politely says, “No” and backs further into his car seat hoping to be allowed to stay in the heat of the car.

Grocery shopping is not a simple matter. Fresh bread on tap – how amazing and yummy. Fresh pasteurised milk, and numerous varieties of cheeses readily available. Negotiating self help check outs is a little unnerving for the first time again. The sheer selection of every type of food is a little overwhelming – coupons, bargains and all.

But don’t think it’s all bad –apart from warm showers, Gideon has been very impressed with buses, escalators, Hoovers, washing machines, a bath big enough to swim in and fires in the living room.

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Caroline Mansley said Thu, 26 Apr 2012 06:51PM
Denise and Rory Can well imagine how you must be feeling! Nigel in Pakistan at the moment and freezing, in the hills, but will soon be very warm on the coast. Would love to catch up with you guys. My dissertation is finished, course nearly over, just waiting to hear what God has in store for next year. I do hope it warms up here soon!

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