I woke up this morning to a slightly grey and drizzly day but figured a lazy wander, a massage and a chill out were well overdue.
After brekky (a generous American style buffet) I headed back to my room to sort through the spa menu and book my relaxing Swedish massage. That done, settled down to read the local paper… and the confrontation for me began.
I had some giggles at the local celeb news and some lost in translation moments, noted an announcement on page 6 that David Cameron was re-elected in the UK, and read advice from Dear Abby (actually Penny) to a wife put more ‘space, time and aroma’ into her sex life so hubby won’t be so hooked on porn (leaving me a little baffled.)
I then came across the Children section. This area of the paper is much like we’d use for the loss of our dearly beloved pets, notices of abandoned or found animals, the RSPCA begging for homes for those less fortunate… only with real live people.
A baby had been abandoned in the rain, a five year old was searching for his folks and thirteen and fifteen year old kids had been turned over to the local police hoping to be reunited with their parents. A childcare centre in Mbarara (a district we head to on this visit) is seeking good Samaritans to take care of the babies they’re currently housing as their parents are too physically or mentally ill to raise them. Others are orphaned, many abandoned.
Knowing the steps many friends have gone through to become parents, and not always successfully, it reinforces again how antiquated the Australian adoption laws are and the amazing work some people do everyday to bring a little joy and stability into the lives of others. It’s so easy to take so much for granted.
Even the local classified section runs notices from lost log books to abandoned babies.
I confess its left me rather flat and even being basted from head to toe in olive oil for my massage didn’t help me recover. I feel like I should be stuffed with garlic, covered in spices and baked as ‘the other white meat’ for someone’s dinner.
Anyway, I guess this is just the beginning of what’s ahead for the coming week.
The remaining Trippers all arrive in the coming couple of hours, so it will be great to catch the rest of the crew. In the meantime, I think a walk through the grounds may just do me some good.