Chris, the purest.
Hesra, the majestic.
and i, the narrator.
this is me...
taking this.
a local river-man told me the routine:
1. you + friend carve a boat from the trunk of a strong tree
2. you make paddles and fishing rods
3. you board the craft and enjoy the currant's pull.
4. you spend your days fishing, with occasional stops for fires and food
5. after a week, you arrive in Juba.
6. you sell fish.
7. you sell boat.
8. you sell rods.
9. you walk back. (can't fight against the water's currents after all).
10. repeat.
(childs-oh-the-river.)
(almost there!)
hydrate or die.
(this motto mortal warning actually became a situation for us on the return.
we ended up drinking the brownest water without so much as a grimes.
However, no photos were taken at the direst of times.)
a few months ago,
three brave souls decided to hike to the
What began as a lovely day-outing,
soon became the most difficult endurance test of my little life.
such quotes were featured:
"You guy's go ahead, I'm just going to vomit for a while."
-Chris
"I hurt everywhere."
-Andy
"I knew we were in trouble when even Andy hadn’t been talking for a few hours."
-Hesra
the above photos show the lovely parts of the gruesome-yet-glorious day.
2 comments:
andy...
these pictures are magical!
the routine described, beautiful.
and the quotes... hilarious (although probably not so funny at the time).
i wish that you could bring all of this home with you. the dear friends, the old women, the young children, the african terrain, the silent moments of overwhelming awe.
although the tangible evidence of your time in africa will for the most part have to stay put, i'm sure that i will someday encounter all of this through your words, even more so than through this blog.
i can't wait!
andy, dood, i'm glad i visited your blog today! i just want to tell you what a bad ass you are.
ok. these are sweet, and really you are pretty bad ass.
bye!
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