I have been living on the outskirts of Gulu for almost a month now. Compared to the fast pace of Kampala, Gulu is mellow and laid-back. I try to wake up early to get chores done before the heat becomes unbearable. If I am lucky, I can manage to make two trips to the water pump before 8 am, and fill up two 40 liter jerry cans. Regardless of how hard I try to impress the locals with my ability to work, I never fail to amuse them when they see me clumsily balancing a water container on my head. If I don’t spill most of the contents, I reward myself with a cool bucket shower.