4:00 AM, in a distance I can hear drums beating and chants yelling. The morning ritual. Not exactly sure what village near by does this but I've heard it every morning since we have been in Arua.

The rustle in the bushes made my heart skip a beat as I trotted along to dump my garbage. They had just finished telling us to avoid all long grass because this is where the black mamba's and cobra's liked to hang out.