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January 25, 2005

Across the border

Crossed the border seated three across the front seat of the single cab Hilux, this position would become engrained in our minds like a school child’s desk in the 5th grade, but that’s okay after 7 years of this kind of travel we were used to it.

(UN CAMP LOKICHOGIO, KENYA BEFORE BORDER CROSS)

Dust, heat, flies and feelings of, “here we go again” all hit us at the same time. The SPLA, at the border, were kind and they all like to chat to the, “Americans” (us), because “America is our friend”. The Sudanese love Americans because when much of the rest of Europe turned a blind eye to the plight of the Southern Sudanese America opened its borders and welcomed in refugees, some of whom famously became know as The Lost Boys. Well it obviously helped us at the border, being American and all, and we got through without any troubles, camera gear and the film.

Posted by Admin at January 25, 2005 07:09 PM