You know the old saying, "If you look like your passport picture, you're not well enough to travel!"
That is certainly true of me. Somehow the camera manages, long before I have boarded an airplane, to capture the dragged-through-a-knothole visage, the telltale vacant stare and stiff-necked posture that come over me after 26 or 30 hours of flight from San Francisco to either Nairobi or Kampala (and we're not even in Sudan yet--that will take many more hours on airplanes and dirt roads). How does the camera know that this is how I am going to look when I arrive in East Africa? In Calif, friends look at my passport and say, "Whoa, that's a horrible picture of you!" In Africa, the immigration official looks at the same picture, glances up at me, and nods. Yup. That's her!
By the time you read this I will be in South Sudan visiting our women's Micro-Enterprise projects in Nimule and interviewing candidates in Torit for our Scholarship Coordinator role. I'll be even more bleary-eyed by the time I get back in San Francisco in mid-June, but it's all more than worth it for the sake of the women and girls in Sudan!
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