I'm sitting here in my hotel room in Kampala, Uganda and I can't quite come to terms with the fact that I'm actually here. The sound of croaking frogs covers up any noise from the city down the hill from us. We went about 30 mins. outside of the city to an orphanage/school called "Watoto" today and it was an utterly overwhelming place to see. As I was riding out there I kept thinking about how this was a coffee country. I saw signs everywhere bragging about it, too. All the sights and sounds… Continue