A Rainbow of Colors

I see the best things when I'm riding on the back of a motorcycle, but for some reason, it's not the best time to take pictures.

So while Doug is driving us to and from Kampala, I like to snap pictures when I can.


This is what it looks like every afternoon, all over Africa when kids get out of school. There are always bright colors walking home.

Or running home...

Notice the bare feet. Their feet are so tough and conditioned, even the hot asphalt doesn't phase them.

I know I'm missing quite a few colors of the rainbow here, but I want you to know that I've seen all seven at one time or another...just not on this drive.

A mom must have stood in the "footpool" line with her baby on her back to pick up her child.

Some boys, taking it easy.

These were all taken on our 6 and a half hour journey home.

There are some amazing yellow and purple uniforms in Arua that I'll try to get a snapshot of sometime. And I promise to hold on to the motorcycle with one hand while I take pictures with the other. I know that makes my mother happy (hee, hee).