karenga: a town for all seasons

i hiked up the little trail to the next property over--a convent or something. i hadn't been gone for long, but already Stephen had snuck off. i would find him.

a convent. of course a convent. where else could he possibly have gone? i stepped through the gate and rounded the last corner. he sat with two young men and a bottle of wine. of course.

yesterday we went to Mening Quarter in order to look for anybody willing to chat with us about the Mening language, whatever that is. on our way home, a man stopped us and said 'I am Augustine, that one you are looking for!' We were, in fact, looking for Augustine, so we followed him to his orchard, where we did a little bit of work. Caught in the rain, he led us to his hut.





the border with South Sudan is about 15 miles north of us. sometimes we walk 25% of the way to South Sudan. this place is beautiful, and you can see that here, in this very post.