my life is kids and a motorbike and fire and an old man.

My motorbike arrived last Wednesday. On Thursday i taught myself to ride it, and on Friday i started going to Komol's village, 12ish miles away on rough dirt roads with steep hills and gaping potholes. Perhaps not surprisingly, i love the commute. here's a shot of my motorbike in shade with a brightly lit background--the perfect setting for you to be unable to see detail in the bike or the background at its best.



My life mostly consists of eating basically the same things every day (which is fine since they're decent things to eat), responding to "MZUNGU BYE BYE!" shouted at my by children, driving to and from Puda village just outside of Lobalangit to sit in a dark hut with an old man named Komol and a young man named Simon Billa who does a fine job of translating between English and Kjong for me (perhaps his most noteworthy asset is that he gets a notebook and pen out also, in order to provide a way to feed his own interest in Nyang'i), going for jogs because that is good for your body and mind (and mine too), looking for/at things that are awesome and taking photos of them, and reading allll of the books.

Here are some children staring into the work-hut. And here is Komol looking pensive in said hut.





i went for a long walk with my camera on Saturday. There were some big fires just southwest of town that i ended up walking towards. Many of the fires seem to have been set intentionally--children ran around catching rats that were fleeing from the blaze, and then made small fires wherever they happened to be to roast and eat the rats. Here's a small collection from that excursion:















i stopped on my drive home today to take a few shots of smoke from a fire in the valley next to the road. While i was there, the lorry that i have occasionally ridden to and from Kitgum passed, complete with the man from my first Humans of Karamoja photo. It's been a while since i posted a pan, so i thought i'd take a shot of it as it passed.