City Life

I've been living here in Kampala for the last few weeks working on a project. The organization I'm partnered with is building a ferry-barge to ferry returning Sudanese refugees across the Albert Nile river in Northern Uganda, so I'm helping with that. The picture shows the ferry in progress, minus the seats, engines, control console, loading ramp, canopy, safety rails, etc.



















It's been a while since I've seen my friends in the village and my house and all. I got a text message from my friend in the village saying the mud is leaving the house seriously. I guess it's been raining now during the rainy season and mud erodes in the rain, even with a plastering of harder cow dung. Hopefully there'll be something left of it when I get back out there. For now I'm enjoying having running water with warm showers most of the time, electricity some of the time when the power's on, eating good (and expensive) food sometimes, and seeing friends who come into town. So do I prefer the mud house in the village or living in the city? That's a good question, but I can tell you that I feel it's becoming time to get back to my village.

When they said 'never again' after the holocaust, was it meant for some people and not others?-Genocide Museum, Rwanda