The Sea at Camber Sands

The Sea at Camber Sands

We have had to return, briefly and unexpectedly, to the UK (thank you VSO for paying for my flight and for compassionate leave, also unexpected and much appreciated).

Back in England in the early autumn, I suppose the obvious questions are: what comparisons can be made between here and Gulu, Northern Uganda? What do we miss and what are we glad to have returned to?

The Sea; Uganda is landlocked

The Nile Below Jinja

The Nile Below Jinja

Cold wet walks

The Peak District: Rain Coming On

The Peak District: Rain Coming On

and climbing up hills perhaps

Bakers Fort, Boys

Bakers Fort, Boys

Noticing how quiet everywhere is, although aeroplane noise is ubiquitous; empty streets

Motorway in the Rain

Motorway in the Rain

3 lane motorways and single files of traffic,

Somewhere North of Gulu, in the Rainy Season

Somewhere North of Gulu, in the Rainy Season

Returning to blackberries and the plum season

Victoria Plums from the Garden

Victoria Plums from the Garden

Wearing jumpers again

Wooly Jumpers

Wooly Jumpers

The skies are getting grey as autumn approaches, even in the couple of weeks we have been back, the sun is slightly lower in the sky each day.

A Quiet Road in South East England

A Quiet Road in South East England

During our eight months away I have missed the seasonal changes that seemed to be hardwired into those of us from the Northern hemisphere. Gulu is so close to the equator that day length is a precise and unchanging constant.

A Quiet Road in Northern Uganda

A Quiet Road in Northern Uganda

It will be nice to go back to warmth, both climactic and human, I haven’t heard one person laughing in the street since I’ve been back; in Gulu you hear it all the time.

The City of London from Greenwich Park

The City of London from Greenwich Park

No sounds of children, or crying babies either. Nor, for that matter has anyone run up to me shouting ‘Munu, Munu, Munu, Munu’ another standard part of our Ugandan lives.

The Acholi Road Entrance to the Bus Park, Gulu

The Acholi Road Entrance to the Bus Park, Gulu

So, until we return to Gulu next week I shall finish with that other phrase all the Gulu children say (no one has waved at me for weeks either)

“Bye, how are you?”

PS: Apologies to British friends we have not visited, it is a very fleeting visit.

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