A taste of the familiar, amid the foreign
by Lorien E. Menhennett
Living in a new environment always takes getting used to. You take for granted the little things at home, not realizing how much they’re part of your routine until they’re gone.
For me here in Uganda, it’s been paper towels. They’re not a thing here; neither are napkins, really, except for us mzungus*. I’ve gotten along fine without paper towels, of course. And maybe living without them for four weeks is a good thing. Maybe when I go home, I’ll rely on them less, and waste less paper.
One thing I knew I would struggle without, and so brought with me, is my morning coffee routine. I survived last time here for three weeks without it. So it wasn’t absolutely necessary. But it brings me so much joy! And in a foreign environment, when you expend so much energy to get very basic tasks done, having something familiar can go a long way toward making you feel comfortable, and more at home.
So as I’ve mentioned before, I packed a travel French press and coarse ground coffee beans. People here in Uganda don’t drink much coffee, but they are serious about their tea. Thankfully, that means getting my hands on boiling water has been easier here than it would be if I were traveling in the United States. It’s available at every meal. And no one looks askance if you request it any other time either, morning, noon, or night.
On my most recent trip, to Gombe Hospital, I stayed in a lovely place called Sina Village in Mpigi. For breakfast, I was brought hot milk. That morning, I discovered that my French press can also make something that resembles a latte. I’ll have to try this at home now.
So yeah … Starbucks? Who needs Starbucks? I found something better, something I can make myself, while living in Uganda. If only I could take a little sliver of the Ugandan countryside home with me too.
*Mzungu. Pronunciation: “mah-zoon-goo.” Language: Luganda. Referring to foreigners, especially of European descent.
Wish you could set a second chair on your veranda–would love a Ugandan latte with a slice of their lovely countryside!
I think you have influenced and ruined me with a taste for strong coffee and french presses. Was on a retreat this weekend in Racine,WI. Looked forward to a cup of coffee as I watched the sunrise over the lake. Sunrise was spectacular–but the coffee from their coffee machine tasted like hot water with cream! Next day, I made my own coffee–using more than 3x their recommended amount of grounds for the coffee maker! Wasn’t a french press–but it DID taste like coffee! 🙂
I’ll send you the link to the travel French press I bought so you never have to be without again. 😉