rips out of Gulu are always an adventure, but I am once again reminded of the sailing adage: If you add your most hideous days and your most exquisite and the average is zero, you’ve had a fabulous trip. Starting with the walk to the bus, this score came in at a resounding negative whose … Read more
Early morning here. This one is quiet – oh so blissfully quiet. The rainy season does that. Since I was able to sleep without earplugs last night, I can awaken to these subtle sounds as slow drips become a soft patter on the tin roof. Jenna (housemate) is away and the young PCV who was … Read more
This is being typed to the backdrop of the marching band practicing down the road. So imagine sitting in the middle of a high school band practice room but they only have one melody and it repeats itself every three measures and it mostly bass drums counted in 4/4 time. OK – now we’re ready. … Read more
Ah – rain. As a Texan who has often prayed for rain – I say ENOUGH! I like rain – the sound of it on a tin roof – it’s comforting. Today, however, I have had enough comfort. Laundry – done by hand in tubs of rainwater was hung with care and just as it … Read more