We were successful in our latest surge into Karamoja. Chloe and I took the unexpected opportunity to ride up with Bob and the drilling rig, giving us unedited access into the life and mind of the OPC’s only diaconal missionary. The drive took a meandering
Here in country. The totality of our luggage managed to arrive with us. Entebbe was having some sort of bug mating season and we crunched millions of little exoskeletons on the tarmac and in the airport entrance. The ride to Mbale was fraught with delay,
Well, we are off and it hasn’t been an especially auspicious journey so far. Our suitcases were all under weight, the flights have universally been early and the airports have been well stocked with American type food for purchase at a slightly higher than reasonable
go figure. We leave on Thursday morning.