Across three weeks in Uganda, I set out to chase new stories and reconnect with old ones, from the bustle of Jinja to the remote highlands of Pader and Adilang. What began as a photography trip quickly became a lesson in patience, humility, and connection. I shared meals with families I’d met years ago, swam beneath Aruu Falls, watched silverfish dry in the morning sun, and joined Acholi dancers in the fading light. Amid fuel shortages, language barriers, and storms, I found what I hadn’t planned for—authentic encounters, spontaneous beauty, and a deeper gratitude for the unpredictable rhythm of travel itself.