I am sharing cookies with Mansur as he drives us to Lira. I eat them two at a time and notice that the one he takes lasts a full five minutes. He bites off one small piece at a time and chews slowly. We invited him to walk with us on our little Rhino trek. We got within twenty five meters from a cow and her calf, the youngest rhino in Uganda. For a stretch of years, there were none left in the country. The first one born on the preserve was from an American mom and a Kenyan Dad so they named him Obama. Our guide, Willy, said that visitors to the preserve were mostly from Europe and other foreign lands. Mansur does not say much while our group oohs and aahs, but he snaps pictures with his phone and I imagine him sharing with his family later what few Ugandans have seen.
