The drive from Kampala to Gulu was 9 hours of heat and potholes. I learned how to pee on the side of the road and drink hot coke. In Gulu I met several victims of the LRA. One older woman had her lips and nose sliced off. A young man had his arms chopped off and demonstrated his ability to eat and drink. Another woman had her ear cut off. The older woman smiled alot anyway but the others had a distant look of hopelessness. The next day we took a 5 hour drive into Sudan. This is the road where the LRA attacks took place. At the Ugandan border, the border crossing was a stick lying on the road. Sudan was a bit fancier with a piece of rope tied across two sticks and a small guard hut. For dinner we had beans and rice and posho again. Posho is basically hard cream of wheat. For a special treat in the mornings we get stale, moldy bread with neon pink jelly. YUM. For some reason I havent had much of an appetite here. Maybe it has something to do with Sam sucking on the eyeballs of the fish face we had for dinner our first night in Kampala.
Sunday morning I joined the kids for church and afterwards we had a dance party in 100 degree weather. It was so much fun! In the afternoon we walked down to the river and watched naked people bathe. The children are so sweet here. I keep sneaking them little pieces of licorice.
Duncan and I are staying in a small thatch roof hut with two twin beds and mosquito nets. There is a western style toilet and a shower which draws cold water from a large barrel above our heads. Someday, when I'm old, I'm gonna stay in a fancy hotel and lie around on a big fluffy comforter watching overpriced movies and ordering room service.
