Moroto: The Road In From Soroti

Moroto: The Road In From Soroti

To Moroto in the heart of Karamoja, North Eastern Uganda; another instructors workshop. Karamoja is really the last area of Uganda resisting westernisation.

Uganda: Moroto Is At 2'O' Clock

Uganda: Moroto Is At 2’O’ Clock

Many women wear traditional clothes: a bright tartan like blanket for the upper half, many rows of beads around the neck denoting status; a short pleated kilt in another tartan and everyone carries a stick. Fewer men wear traditional clothes: a blanket; rather splendid headgear looking like a small quilted top hat in reds and greens and oranges; their sticks are bigger of course. All really hate being photographed, so no images here.

Moroto; Instructors Get Excited About Writing Schemes of Work

Moroto; Instructors Get Excited About Writing Schemes of Work

 

Apparently it was only recently that people in Karamoja started wearing anything more than the blanket/ stick/ bead/ hat combination, and you can see why. During the day it is (even for those of us used to Gulu temperatures) extremely hot. In our tin roofed hall for the workshop it was unbearable very quickly.

Moroto: The View From The Workshop

Moroto: The View From The Workshop

Until the last few years the Karamojong were still cattle rustling, raiding into other territories to steal cattle. Now that the area is peaceful, NGO’s are pouring in, but cows are still the main preoccupation and Karamojong remain nomadic at heart. Consequently there is no indigenous system of agriculture, breaking the earth is not something they have ever done. Nor are Karamojong that interested in doing it now, finding vegetables to eat was a challenge.

Moroto: The Mission

Moroto: The Mission

Moroto sits up against mountains that shimmer in the heat. There are plans to open the hills up for tourism one day, but tension is still high the further you get from towns. At this distance the view reminded me of the Dolomites, perhaps because the college we were working from was Italian founded. Another mission with red geraniums, basil, oregano and grape vines and enthusiastic young and not so young Italians. Mostly they come from the Veneto to Moroto, although water is a very scarce resource in the flat arid regions beyond the mountains.

Moroto: Across Karamoja

Moroto: Across Karamoja

A beautiful but hard country.

Moroto: One Emu

Moroto: One Emu

Oh, and in a compound in the centre of the college, were these Emus: big; aggressive; threatening and luckily, behind a fence.

Moroto: Two Emus?

Moroto: Two Emus?

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