((You know you’ve hit blog nirvana when you are called a ‘hater’.))
I’m on my way out of Bundibugyo. The only reason I am returning to Krazy Kampala is that I ran out of money yesterday and my stupid pride won’t allow me to live on charity for more than one day.
I leave Bundibugyo at a loss for words on the Ebola epidemic.
What can I say about a people so poor and yet so brave; so frail and yet so strong? What can I say about the medics, who despite their limited experience and the absence of equipment fought to contain a disease that baffled even the greatest among them? What can I say about the more than 100 local volunteers, who receiving nothing but a small lunch allowance, traverse the mountains of this remote district to educate the population about Ebola, report new cases and struggle through the rough terrain to bring the sick to hospital?
What can I say about the Real Heroes …
… and the Real Beauty of the magnificent desolate Bundibugyo?
Sempaya Hot Springs
Semliki River Valley (on the other side of the river is the DRC)