Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Why did the turtle cross the road?

The first day I was here in Gulu, the outgoing Project Manager had scheduled a field visit for us. We hopped in the jeep and headed out to Dwoklim, a village about 45 minutes drive from our base. When we arrived, the drillers were just finishing up and heading to Otege, a site we had past 5 minutes before. Earlier in the week, the other drilling team’s rig had broken down at Otege, so it was left unfinished. Boy what an event. It took almost 4 hours to get the new rig lined up (it was a different rig) and ready to go, and by the time it was all set up, it was 5:00 and we needed to head back to the office. The other PM, myself, and the 4 on the drilling team climbed in the jeep and made our way back down the red-mud roads, each pothole (of which there are many) throwing us around in the back of the truck. Suddenly, our driver swerved. What was that? We asked, with no reply. A few minutes later we spotted a man driving past us on a motorcycle – with a goat in his lap. That’s surely a first. Then, we swerved again. Turtles! Right in the middle of the road, there they were, crossing the street like anyone else (or any chicken…). I can’t tell you why, but at 5:00, the migration towards the west begins.

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