I ate matzah in a remote village with black Jews who were thrilled to see an Israelite. And I taught them Israeli folk dances.
I did the second seder with an even bigger Jewish community, and got to see some friends from Israel. Noticing the seder was being conducted with a microphone, I decided it was safe to take pictures. Rummaging through my bag, however, I discovered my camera had been stolen.
I was going to camp out because they wanted to charge a ridiculous amount to sleep in the guesthouse (well, 25 bucks, but by Ugandan standards that’s a fortune), but I didn’t have a sleeping bag.
But my friends had sleeping bags, so I was all set!
But then I remembered I’d been itching like crazy, and even though I couldn’t find any lice, I couldn’t be sure, and didn’t want my friends to get lice because of me. So I was going to sleep outside with no sleeping bag (and no camera) on a surprisingly cold night of the seder.
Then my Dad called, but couldn’t talk because he was golfing. So he passed the phone to my brother, who also couldn’t talk, because he was golfing.
That’s when I decided these 25 dollars would be going on my parents’ tab, and moved myself inside.
The next day I went to Sipi Falls- three incredible and tall waterfalls near Mbale. They were absolutely spectacular.
On the way back I looked through my bag again. This time, I discovered, I had no Ipod. Does insurance cover this shit??
I went to a crazily intense boxing session in the heart of Kampala, and then ate Indian food with a new friend.
I got back home after four gross, sweaty days of wearing the same thing, to no electricity, no plain yogurt (a real catastrophe) and a cold shower. And lice.
There’s no such thing as a free seder.