Jiggers!

Neither words nor photos can capture what we have experienced this week. We cannot believe all this change has happened in only 5 days in the field. We will never be the same again. I’m working on a video post of our experience in the bush yesterday (Saturday), but am sending a photo summary here along with a quick re-cap of an epic rite of passage. We’re beginning to understand what President Chatfield means when he says you cannot explain Africa, you have to experience it.  There is a feeling you get here in this third-world country that is both raw and sacred at the same time. To see the mass of humanity in Kampala and the isolation out in the bush is indescribable indeed. Words fail. Pictures don’t capture it. You have to feel the dirt and the grit and smell the odors and see into the eyes…and be truly humbled as if looking at a mighty redwood tree or standing in a sacred place rather than amid squalor. And, as we had anticipated, the happiness of people who have every reason to be miserable. Maybe that’s why it seems higher than we are. Our visit to a village near Jinja was the most transforming of our week. Just the drive there shook our world. We will never complain about bad roads in America again. You can’t imagine how much the driving and conditions on these roads (if you can call them roads) resembles navigating through a battlefield after a war. I’m not kidding here. There was one section of road today where the skimpy pavement had so...