The klutz strikes again and again

Okay for those of you that know me and love me (Martha), you might know that I can be a bit of a klutz. Well, add to my natural tendencies a very rough surface to walk on, including large holes as well as many people vying for my attention. Yes, I know; it sounds like a fatal scenario.

On my first day in Kampala, we were changing some money. On the way back to the car, a taxi man was harassing me trying to get me to ride in his van. Next thing I know, my left foot goes into a relatively large hole, and I go down fast. I landed extremely hard on my right knee. Of course, all of the folks around me starting saying, "Oh, sorry, sorry," (I have heard this same response many a time on other African visits as I made a similar fall.). My knee was pretty scraped up but the worse part was that it was my bad right knee. It was quite swollen and sore for a couple of days and now it is faded to a nice shade of yellow and purple. End of story #1.

So a week later, as my right knee was healing, Eric and I were looking at new pickup trucks (yep, we are getting a brand new one as the one that we are currently driving is going to be given to another staff member as they shuffle around older vehicles). Well, I was busy talking with the salesaman about the value of a hand grips by the doors of the truck while you are driving on rough roads, when out of the blue, my left foot rolls off of a little ledge. Next thing I know, I am down on the ground again. I am again met with, "Oh, sorry, sorry." (They have no idea how often this happens.) My left knee, while it didn't hit the ground as hard as my right, is more cut-up including cuts across the top of my left foot and ankle from the roll. So I went around for awhile then with blood trickling down my leg. Sufficed to say... I have the most lovely knees right now. If only there were some kind of contest for this kind of thing :)