We went into the hospital to visit and pray for some of the people injured. All of the injuries were minor, save for one expectant mother who has probably lost her baby. (All photos were taken with the permission of both the ward nurse and people in the photos. One husband requested that I send a copy of the photo to them.)
After that we went up to the site of the landslides. The ground was spongy, like rubber. There were masses of children around – the schools all let out early so the children could see the site. The rescue efforts were family and police digging with hoes at the spot where they think the last house was.
It then began to rain, the kind of tropical downpour you get in Uganda. We were hurried back to the van, in spite of my protest that we have rain in Australia too. Everyone scurried under cover except for a few children who stayed crouched on the ground, looking at the site of the landslide.
The journey back was worse than the journey there because of the rain. Esther was worried we were going to go off the edge – Anne too. Esther got everyone to sing praise songs. I went to sleep.
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