my uganda driving permit: or how i made the ura my bitch

well. sorta. the epic-drama of procuring my ugandan driving permit follows. get ready to stand in line, be frustrated, take motorcycle taxis like its your job, and take one for the team care of the ugandan revenue authority and all its bureaucratic nonsense... its quite the ride/saga. __ i thought i had been so clever. … Continue reading my uganda driving permit: or how i made the ura my bitch

when it rains at dusk (reflections on ‘home’ 1.2)

july 6, 2009 -- around 6:30 p.m. -- kotido, uganda (karamoja) todays dusk is cloudy. the mountain toror is only half visible,  half being covered in a blue-gray cloud. i hope it is gifting rain on the villages at the base of the mountain. we all need it. it is at a cloudy-cool-dusk that is … Continue reading when it rains at dusk (reflections on ‘home’ 1.2)