How many times have you rolled a car’s odometer over a hundred thousand kilometers?
I’m not so sure about this electrical connection in the meter box at my new house:
After less than an hour of rain, the Clocktower Roundabout in downtown Kampala was badly flooded.
As part of our commitment to transparency in everything we do, my current employer Sub Saharan Drilling has launched a program of putting online Northern Uganda’s biggest ever set of geo-referenced photos.
The satellite images in Microsoft’s Bing mapping service show some recent activity at the new border crossing between Egypt and Sudan. Continue reading “Egypt-Sudan crossing update: more buildings”
All politics are local, and there’s nothing more political than road signs. Here are a few that made me chuckle.
That stretch of washboard gravel logging road sure was one of the cleanest I’ve seen in a while, but I don’t know anyone who’d call it a “highway.” Continue reading “The Perils of the Pacific Coast, Part 2: Folks”
Twas brillig in the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. Beware the T-Rex, which here is seen to tyrranize my Truckasaurus:
When Ted and I drove by the Stumptown Brewery we saw that something was amiss: parked cars lined the road for hundreds of yards in either direction. We went inside and stumbled on the 11th annual “beer revival,” a celebration of all that is classy and wholesome:
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