My mom has always said that she and my dad are "travelers, not tourists." I always chuckled at that comment because they had just returned from their eighth cruise or toured around England.
I was fortunate enough to visit the northern part of Uganda this past week, specifically Gulu and the outskirts of Amuru. It was a long (six hours), bumpy and physically exhausting car ride.
Our very last day up north was spent at a childrens home called Otino Waa. We got the opportunity to teach a science class to a group of students there.
On my first day at the farm, Patrick told me three things happen on the farm: life, death and production. And I’m here to report that all three of these things happened at Suubi last week.