Water, water no where – and not a drop to drink

Well that’s not entirely true…. there IS water, sometime, but it has been cause for some minor panic.  “Water is finished – again,” as they say and we are back to hauling it in.  At one point, there was even a run on drinking water sold in the ubiquitous plastic bottles.    When we couldn’t … Read more

Feelings and other honesties…

Some days not much happens here – and that would be a plus.  Everyone, including supervisors has been in a pissy mood because of the heat.  A friend mentioned to me that I talk a lot about what is happening over here, but not much about how I FEEL.  Well, that’s complicated – and because … Read more

Back in the land of heat and dust

Aaaaah – Gulu Town.  I remember this.  Hot, dusty, noisy, dirty – but temporarily “home” nevertheless.   Most of us have left the surrounds of IST and points in between and have returned “home.” Climbed on a Homeland Bus this morning and landed a decent seat thanks to another PCV who called ahead and reserved! … Read more

A loko leb Acholi ma nok nok…

“I speak Acholi a little…”   And at least well enough to pass the second round of testing.  It was about as badly handled as something like that can be – our language trainers being the only bright spot in an otherwise dark journey.  The whole remaining group of 40 (one more has been Medically … Read more

What Fresh Hell Is This?

It was a day like any other – somehow, except that it started in Kampala.    I awoke at 5:30 AM, not to the Call to Prayer this time or roosters, but courtesy of the hotel cleaning staff. This morning’s  headache from the three sips of beer  (it’s hell getting old) I’d had the night … Read more