wed
Saturday, November 3, 2012
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| Wedding Day - Seattle |
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| Party - Seattle |
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| Honeymoon I - Herron Island |
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| Honeymoon II - Cairo |
And we're back in Gulu, building our mud hut!
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zanzibar!
Friday, July 20, 2012
more adventures with matt.
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| 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.
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| 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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kites
january. kampala. ten thousand indians. flying kites.
can you imagine anything better? okay, maybe actually being in hyderabad for the festival when supposedly there are so many kites you can't see the sky.
my indian buddy nishant invited me to kampala to spend the kite flying festival with his family. first of all, i would never have guessed there were so many indians in uganda and that so many of them would turn up to party together. second of all, i can't even remember the last time i flew a kite. but everyone was eager to teach me the ways of indian kite-flying.
i was told over and over, "this is not like in america where you just stand on the beach holding a string." i quickly saw what they meant when nishant cut seven or eight people's kites in a row and i thought, man, american holidays are lame. i cut two kites, by the way. probably the most satisfying feeling in the world.
and of course the food was amazing all day long. it kept my mind off the pink gashes in my fingers from the "manjaa" glass-powdered string.
in uganda, hanging out with the indian diaspora. loved every minute of it.
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| nishant, in all his glory, taking 'em down. we had a victory yell every time he cut one. i could hear the little kids crying all over the field. |
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| the art of stringing the kite. not something to be taken lightly. |
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| i think that guy in the back is snapping a picture of the mound of my kite victims piled high after my mad slaughter. actually, it took me two hours and probably 15 kites before i cut anyone's line. by that time, despite my elation, no one was really impressed. |
the week in pictures
Thursday, January 26, 2012
of 83 photos i discreetly snapped from the back of a motorcycle while speeding down a dirt road at 85kph, this is the one that kind of turned out.
the start of my herb garden.
this is my new sigiri, the coal stove the locals cook on. sitting outside, cooking with my neighbors has become my new favorite evening pastime.
my first lesson on the sigiri with a girl named kevin.
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rwanda in 80 seconds
a small post on a small jaunt in kigali. after a week in this beautiful and refreshing city, somehow the vast majority of footage i left with was shot in transit: on a bus or from the back of a motorbike taxi. so here you have the rwanda drive-by.
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