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- Middle of nowhere outside Mbujimayi in Congo we just drove past a kid wearing a Tshirt saying "Donnie Darko makes no sense". Testify. 1 year ago
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Tag Archives: Gulu
Yesterday Andrew Green and I went to Kitgum working on a story. Kitgum, for the uninitiated, is a bloody long way north. It’s practically on the South Sudanese border, and sits at the end of a very bumpy road, an … Continue reading
Yesterday I spent the entire day slogging through thick mud on a motorbike on a rural road in Northern Uganda in the rain with Andrew Green trying to reach Pabbo to do a story about the refugees there. We succeeded, … Continue reading
The rainy season is in full swing, bringing with it the delicious coolness, the incredible moist putrescence and the droves of mosquitoes. I’m trying to put together 2,000 images into a coherent 24-page booklet and it’s sending me a little … Continue reading
I know that speech is the currency of the blogosphere, but there’s no point in talking if you have nothing to say, right? So what I can share with you is two things. 1. This evening I saw the most … Continue reading
Last night Mao rallied in Gulu town, his seat as LC5 Chairman. The welcomes began 3km from the centre. Crowds were lining the streets, waving raised fists and branches. Mao’s car was frequently mobbed by supporters and the ululations began … Continue reading
I’m back in Gulu on this sunny morning, and was gently roused from my slumbers by the insistent beeping of a minibus driver outside my window. Aah, the sounds of the city. It’s calm here, definitely spoiling for a storm … Continue reading