So this is what it feels like to fall off a motorcycle

First, Mom & Dad: Please don't freak out.

So last night my roommate Kelsey & I decided to go to a muzungu (white person) restaurant to get some wifi and to enjoy some familiar food. After catching up on Facebook and having the best omelet of my life (seriously) we both flagged down some boda bodas (motorcycles) to take us home. Kelsey's took off right when she jumped on and started making the way back to Hotel Kakanyero. Following her lead I jumped on mine and we began. Almost immediately before I could even get settled I found myself heading face down into the dirt. It seemed that our back tire got stuck and our boda began to tip which is how I ended up on the ground. Luckily my driver kept the bike from landing on me. 

Once I stood up I realized I was completely fine besides a few scratches on my hands. I know my driver did not mean to crash us but if you know me at all you know that I was pretty pissed (for a lack of better word.) However, there were no other bodas in sight so I had no other option but to get back on. Isn't there some saying about falling off a bike and getting back on? If not, there should be. If you could imagine this whole incident made for a VERY awkward ride home...me grumbling in the back in English and him grumbling in the front in Acholi. 

All in all, I'm fine. (READ THAT AGAIN MOM & DAD, I'M FINE.) But it does make for a funny story...and I will be back on a boda tomorrow!!