as the romans

we were left a few miles from the small town of rom. ryan mccabe had agreed to give us a ride the rest of the way to kitgum, from where we would be able to catch reliable public transportation the rest of the way back to kampala.

we ate one last meal of posho and beans. i never adapted to a diet of posho and beans in 2009. i did adapt to a diet of posho and beans in 2012. the great upset of 2012 is that by the end of the trip, i preferred posho with my beans to rice. i didn't and don't know how that happened.

stephen and i hiked around the grounds a little. then we piled into ryan's truck. as we turned onto the main highway, he threw on some music. jónsi. my life was taking a turn for the better.















we were very graciously welcomed to a missionary compound just outside of kitgum. we went into town for indian food (at last! so delicious). the sun set; i lingered with a friendly dog on the outskirts of the compound.















the mccourtneys, one of the families that started the compound, have adopted ugandan children numbering in the double digits. they were some of the happiest, most well-mannered children i have encountered anywhere in the world. a family from america had sent a bunch of glow sticks for the children to play with, and i was able to shoot a little bit of the ensuing delight. we passed a little bit of the next morning playing with the kids and watching the butchering of a goat, and then caught a bus to gulu, where we would spend the next two nights.