The Sky is Bigger Here

Thursday, May 12, 2011

At this moment, I can think of nothing I'd rather do then ride a boda in the hills outside Jinja. Winding down the beaten sienna road, the heat of the day is momentarily swept away by a cool breeze as green hills roll with tea and cassava and maze, reaching upward to meet the sun and tumbling down into valleys trickling with streams. Villages offer up the chatter of their daily lives as we pass by, catching glimpses into the windows of their worlds so rich in color, scent and texture. I even love the streets which press in and around you, smelling of sweat and gasoline and sun.