Made one more successful meeting stop in Tonj East in the hut from which the above photo was taken. Then spent the rest of the day driving south to the town of Tonj. I went for a brief walk about town and watched prisoners being escorted across the street into their yard after a day’s work, saw a man without a hand waving, and was stopped by a woman seven feet tall who asked me something in astonishment in a language I do not speak and then watched me pass in confusion.
I’m hungry. It’s Saturday night. Funny to remember that. It’s been a while since a weekend night meant anything.