There is a great difference between our trucks here in Gulu compared with those of the rest of the mission. The Gulu truck has battle scars and mud typical of our terrain.
Today we finished a two-day trip to Mbale where we attended mission conference. This required our driving the Gulu road twice in as many days. I haven’t captured photos of that road yet, but will on our next trip. It really is indescribable.
On our return trip today, it had rained heavy during the night so the roads were very muddy and wet. Huge mud holes littered the road and our two trucks fishtailed wildly when we accelerated too quickly. On one occasion the other truck, driven by Elder Rogers, was trying to pass a semi by driving along the side of the road. I wish I had footage of that attempt. Elder Rogers timed it perfectly so his speed and the size of the mud holes were just the wrong distance apart. As his truck accelerated, it began to leap from one hole to the next, shooting huge sprays of mud and water up over the hood and in all directions. It resembled a dolphin in a mud bog. After four or five jarring crashes from hole to hole, he gave up the chase and slid behind the semi just as I passed them both on a less challenging side of the road. That was luck, not skill. I laughed for a long time at the sight.
What passes for roads here in Gulu is amazing. This past week we had our truck in 4-wheel drive twice. Once while trying to leave the church driveway and another while navigating a trail to a hut.
While on our walk today we came across a group of boys with their catapults (sling-shots), shooting at birds.
We love Gulu, even with its lousy roads. This is an adventure never to be forgotten or perfectly duplicated.