Standing at the Genocide memorial, overlooking beautiful Kigali

Me, trying on my Kitangi for the first time

How we managed to fit ourselves into such tiny places, I don’t dare to imagine. There were spiders on the ceiling.

Out cooking with the women

Drinking with the men near Busia, Uganda

The group of children followed us around all day, because we were white

Children pumping water out of a bore hole near Busia, Uganda

With the Nile river rolling in front of you, how could you not feel tiny and insignificant?

“What is America like? Will you take my children there? How do you find the pit latrines?”

Sunset on top of a mountain in Sipi Falls

Shelley contemplates life (or takes a breather) while our pseudo tour guides try to hurry us up a mountain

Children follow the bwazungu around Kapchorwa on a Saturday morning because there is nothing else to do!

The colonists did plant some nice trees…(the only good)

A strong storm was rolling in over Kiryandongo’s dirt paths

Running in from the afternoon rain, Susan looks like shes going to run straight under the rainbow

A storm blowing in during an interview with forcefully displaced Sudanese refugees

land is at such a prime in the Western parts of Uganda, that the agricultural fields run straight up the mountain sides of what were primeval jungles filled with Gorillas.

The sheer madness that defines Kampala

Male silverback, peacefully chomping on some greens

A herd of elephants was not pleased to find the two “matatus” in their way….

Those kids sure could get it going fast!

And (most of us) had to pile out and push it out of the mud…

a line of tots and other trucks waiting to get on a ferry to Sesse Islands. The last truck has about 20 people clinging to it.

The Taxi park looks surprisingly organized (to the trained eye) this Sunday morning.

Only “true” Africans can ride a boda-boda side saddle…

She could whip out a set of clothes faster on that foot peddle machine that most company’s can…

my skirst hang next to my host sisters teddy bear

We had to give the Acholi girls a run for their money. We lost.

The international rugby cup; the stands were going crazy! Morocco won.

As females wearing pants, we were asked to wear wraps so that thw spirits could tell we were female. Check.