zanzibar!

Friday, July 20, 2012

more adventures with matt.





after five minutes on this thing, we almost died on the grill of a pineapple truck, landed on our faces, and totally wrecked the scooter.


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south sudan

mid february, my buddy and former DC housemate, matt, came to gulu for a six-week visit. he ended up helping me a ton with my heavy workload, so i was able to take some time off for some adventuring in rwanda, tanzania, and south sudan. 

first stop: juba. i was very excited to see the world's newest country, but while matt seemed to be everyone's new best friend, i was harassed from the minute we stepped across the border. i was suspected of being a journalist on multiple occasions and narrowly avoided arrest by the SPLA twice. 

still, i kinda loved this crazy place. 








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the padres at murch

back in february my parents came to uganda for a two-week visit. my dad had the opportunity to assist in training some of the dental students at makerere, uganda's biggest university. among other celebrations, they took me along for a safari adventure at murchison falls national park, an excursion I never could have afforded on my own, and they even made it up to gulu for a couple nights. all in all, it was pretty awesome that they came see a bit of this country that I love.  


my parents and a guy named phil. for some odd reason, i felt the need to take a photo of these goons rather than the leopard they're staring at. 




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go team!


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bus stop



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confusion, causes célèbres, and spinning apologia

To be nothing in the self-effacement of humility, yet, for the sake of the task, to embody its whole weight and importance in your bearing, as the one who has been called to undertake it. To give to people, works, poetry, art, what the self can contribute, and to take, simply and freely, what belongs to it by reason of its identity. Praise and blame, the winds of success and adversity, blow over such a life without leaving a trace or upsetting its balance. 
Towards this, so help me, God--
[Dag Hammarskjold]
if my thought-dreams could be seen, they'd probably put my head in a guillotine. 
but it's alright, ma, it's life and life only...

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