|Ten weeks of being trapped in training gave all of us a bit of cage rage.|
|Surreal landscapes often accompany the storm clouds. This was at RACO, our training site.|
|Creeper 'stache #1 (Jake, on the bus to swear-ing in).|
|Creeper 'stache #2 (Tony, at the ambassador's house).|
|The ladies of Peace Corps/Uganda April 2010-2012. The picture of the guys is on|
someone else's camera.
|The Runyoro-Rutooro crew, right after swearing-in.|
|The view out my front door.|
|My back door leads to a small courtyard. The two black cylinders in the back|
are rain collection tanks. They supply the water I use to brush my teeth, bathe,
and wash my dishes and laundry.
|The main building of Kiziranfumbi Secondary School, my workplace.|
|A feeble attempt to fight the student body's biological programming. These kinds of|
signs are a common feature of Ugandan school compounds.
|Try as we might, Peter, Theresa, and I could not get this gut in Hoima to leave us|
alone. Oh well, at least he bought us beer.
|With a cackle, Peter lovingly smothers Theresa. Peter is another PCV and Theresa|
is a German volunteer.
|The road to Butimba market, which I bike to every week, is filled with scenes like this...|
|Sunset street scene by the market. If you climb those hills in the background, you|
can see across Lake Albert to the Montagnes Bleues in the Democratic Republic of
Congo, forbidden fruit for PCVs.