
"...Sheik Uweys—he is buried in a small mosque near the village of Tieglo which is a between Hoddur and Beled Weyen. Every year there is a Haj to this burial spot. One day with little warning I was gathered up by some friends to go for an “outing” to the bush; piling about 18 people onto an older LandRover (that didn’t appear to have been used since the previous Haj as it suffered 4 or 5 break downs in the 40 miles to get there). Upon arrival we managed to get our three turns around the mosque without another breakdown; it felt like a race track as there were 30-40 other vehicles doing the same, about half of which were trade trucks. Then we set up camp and for 3 days wandered the grounds and socialized with the other participants. My Hoddur friends, concerned perhaps for their own appearances for bringing a Gaal to the event, kept me dressed in a mauwies and goa and introduced me as “Pakistani” since I could repeat the Fataha and some other Quoranic verses they had previously taught me, but only spoke basic Somali. Everything was going great until we ran into Jim Mikulski’s (Som6 PCV from Baidoa) boyessa (whose compound we had stayed at during initial training/introduction to the Upper Juba and knew me well). Fortunately she was cool and the ruse held. It was a massive gathering, there were hundreds of trade trucks and an equal number of small vehicles. Always big group meals, either in our camp or as the guest of some other camp; overall one of my best memories! When I meet Somalis who doubt that I was in country, a mention of the Haj Sheik Aweys or drinking ano sussa (sour camels milk) quickly bring them around as things that would not have been learned in a language class."