August 6, 2010

Uganda Trip 2

On our third full day in country, three of us packed our bags and got in a taxi at 6am. The call to prayer had woken us up earlier, and as the taxi moved out to the main road, we could see congestion starting up before the sun. Children already on their way to school, moving in little clumps of matching uniforms in the dark. We pulled up to Mission Aviation Fellowship and ran into someone Jacob knows, who was taking a team up to Sudan. I had heard of this family for years and it was such a blessing to run into them on that morning in Africa (they live in Texas currently).

(Mission Aviation Fellowship).
(View from Mission Aviation Fellowship).

Our flights up were smooth. The Africa Summit was meeting in Kampala so all of our flights were redirected over Lake Victoria. Though longer, I was not about to complain. I love to travel and love the views that flying affords.
        Did you know that Lake Victoria is...
          - Africa's largest lake.
          - the second freshwater lake in the world behind Lake Superior?

We dropped off the first passengers and then the plane headed over Karamoja. The perfect little farms and villages gave way to bush. A seemingly vast expanse with no one and nothing save scrub. Even the scenery prepares your heart for Karamoja before you even land. The green made it seem like everything below must be flourishing. But looks can be deceiving.

Sorry this picture is blurry...

We did eventually land on the dirt airstrip. The pilots often call Kaabong, “Kaabong! Kaabong!” because the airstrip is so bad we bounce. Once Jacob and the pilot were the only two flying in, and as they landed, the wheel popped! Our landing was safe and smooth and our friends were there waiting for us.

As you drive through Karamoja, you see less people than you might in other parts of Africa. Occasionally a little boy with his small herd (even smaller now from raids and no arms for defense). The small shepherds either stare or run to the road shouting for plastic bottles. They use these plastic bottles for milk and are a treasured commodity.

We pulled up to the Baptist Mission at last and could hear Buddy barking long before we got in.

Our old friend Buddy. Jacob thinks he recognized us. I’m afraid he didn’t. The years have taken their toll on our little friend, not to mention the inhospitable environment.

This environment also takes its toll on the people who live there as well. But more of that tomorrow.

1 comment:

Brandon and April said...

incredibly intriguing. can't wait for tomorrow! :)

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