The second day in Karamoja was spent in a second village about an hour away from the first. Driving to that village was met with the same kind of terrain as the first, but we were all a little more nervous given that it was so deep into no-man’s land and that there are no sign posts or even visual markers directing our path. The Karamajong are said to be nomads, but given the work that goes into fencing and building houses I’d be surprised if they moved often.
Shepherds were commonly seen in the distance. Young boys with a sarong-like wrap drove goats and sometimes cattle around the plains in search of grazing pastures. A short, quick snap of the whip (a long, dry piece of branch). The dry land spared little by way of anything edible for the goats let alone for the people.
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