Very little of this is ministry related, but I thought I’d give you a little glimpse into what a day in Malakal might look like.

Seeing off some teammates as they head off to Atar, a three hour boat ride away.

I am not very familiar with many parts of town still. I took mid-morning to amble about the market near the port. A young guy asked me to sit in his broken english. We didn’t carry on much of a conversation, but I found out he owned a little portrait studio, which he showed me. Another man there was having his shoes shined. He was a police man and I asked him about restrictions on taking photos around town. He was very happy and told me to do whatever I like. He went on to describe his tribe and how any Shuluk would be happy to have their photo taken.

The local Catholic diocese just opened up a new guest house. I had been hoping that this could possibly be a location where we might be able to live. It turned out to not be a good situation for us, and it is also very expensive. This is a photo of the bishop cutting the ribbon during his blessing ceremony.

The Catholic GH was on the far end of town next to the airport from where we live and work. Instead of taking a taxi back, we decided to walk it. This put us through many parts of town where I have never walked. We saw many kids and had some fun interactions with them.

This little guy was my favorite of the day. He was quite scared of the camera. One of the guys was shooting at us with his toy pistol, but this little guy would run away each time I lifted my camera up at him. Finally before we left he became much friendlier and I snapped this shot of him.