Photos from My Frist Month

Boarding call for my flight, everyone's anxiety rose, and it was time for one more picture and round of hugs. We all manage smiles.

Cloud-shrouded skies of the North Atlantic and Irish coast.

In what has to be a training drill, the body of a 747 is engulfed in flames as we touch down in Amsterdam.

This majestic bird carried me from Amsterdam to Nairobi.

Accomodations at the Lueza Anglican Conference Center outside Entebbe, where I spent two nights before going to Gulu.

Very tasty, warm milk on Corn Flakes is actually quite good.

Kenneth, on staff at Lueza, shared many good conversatsions and advice with me.

The first of our many stops, here for two hours to re-grease a wheel bearing (replacement was unavailable). Anywhere you could park at this gas station was where repairs were done, and full-service for fuel.

"Back home, gas stations are a common site, and with a short drive, so are cattle. It's the two together that you'll have a hard time finding at home"

Rev. Willy Akena garners a rock with which to reshape the latch on our hood. This is where the pliers on my handy Gerber Multi-tool comes in. (Thanks Mom and Aunt Nancy!)

Between Kampala and Gulu, this is what you see.

Several hours went by where the road did not deviate from its northern course. We stopped a number of times: for calls from the BBC, strange noises from the wheel, latch problems, and stalling as we slowed for potholes.

The whitewater looks great, and I propose a special delegation from Camp Henry be sent to raft it with me.

The Bishop of Northern Uganda greets the Bishop of Kitgum (just east of us) for a weekend of planning.

From my porch at the guesthouse, the main house routinely holds beautiful sunsets

Rachel (doctor of vet. medicine and bishop's daughter) fixes a plate from the dinner table. The loaf shown here is millet bread. All meals are taken in the living room.

...and meals are eaten with our hands.

On the road in to town often the best way to avoid potholes and mud, used for town festivals. It reminded me of the Mountain State Fair, going on while this was taken. I teared up a little...!

This is what remained after Job opened the pressure cooker. Despite some burned eyes and stained clothes, no one was hurt.

Peace, one of the bishop's daughters, left to spend two years at the Univ. of Ulster in Belfast. The gatherers, family and myself, were asked to words of advice. I was honored to be able to share what I'd learned from two weeks in a new and very different country, far from loved ones I've been so close to.

My good friend at the diocesan office. He's one of the technical staff, meaning he's paid through grants for agriculture research and extension. Here, he gets technical with the frayed wires of a surge protector (again using my handy Gerber multi-tool).

Some field hands in the bishop's compound proudly ride atop their newly repaired MF tractor, a company my Uncle Richard worked for many years.

Dancers and performers arrive at the compound to process to the cathedral. I think the door is stuck.

(l-r) Rachel (graduate), Bishop Onono-Onweng (back), Stella (sister-in-law), Brenda (mother and wife)

Built in the early 1900's (minus the flourescent light) by the first Anglican missionaries to the region. The area is thusly called Mican (mee-shan).

In Gulu to present research on reconciliation to the Acholi Religious Leaders Peace Initiative, these two were the first 'muzungus' I'd seen in church, meaning I stared as much as anyone else!

Look at Rachel getting in on the action, if only for a minute!