I really like sitting here, watching the rain. The bamboo is shaking violently and the clouds are running forward toward Congo. A few people run too, those who missed the warning of grey masses rolling in, and are desperately trying to make it home, to shelter, from this storm. I think that the rains may continue like this – I don’t know how to predict them, but I love them.
The rains:
Pernille’s garden:
The village behind the house:
The surest way to make friends with young Ugandan boys is by inviting them to play with the puppy. At first they were completely timid, as most dogs in these parts aren’t regarded in the same fashion as dogs are state-side. After letting the crazy dog play with me and chase me around the yard they warmed up to the idea:
A photo journey through the neighborhood -
Boy and kite:
These grasshoppers are the size of my extended middle finger. Their flight is so loud and apparently they are poisonous to the touch. A dead bugger - watch out!
Just outside the house is the path to the borehole/water junction, a focal point for communication, and of course, necessity. My neighbors en route:
A few more photos:
Outcomes of a day at the market, soaking in a weak bleach/water solution to kill off anything needing killing off:
Heavy traffic in Arua town:
One of the many MTN (mobile phone carrier) buildings where you can by air-time:
These metal cases are available in the market and are generally marketed to school-children, as a safe space for storing materials and important goods needing a lock.
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