Just when I thought I couldn’t get any more remote we jump to a new level. We woke up and washed in the squat washroom. I am getting used to feeling dirty and it’s a good thing I have not been able to look at myself in the mirror over the last few days! We had breakfast together and then headed out to visit another friend of Moshi’s who lives in the bush. 10 of us piled into the car and drove out of the village for about 10 minutes. The driver decided that he could not go any further on the roads so we all got out and started walking down a dried up riverbed. I think I’ve already said this but half the time I have no idea what exactly we are doing but I guess the fact is that even if things were explained in more detail I would have no clue what it all meant. We walked and walked and walked past a hole dug into the river that was used as a water source. Small and dirty and people travel for miles to get to it. Finally Yaseta says we are here and in the distance I saw a few mud huts that blended into the landscape. We entered and Moshi greeted the elder. We stood around for a bit waiting for the mama’s children to retuen from collecting husks to fix the roof. The family got there and the girls dressed up in their special goatskin dresses that are used in celebrations. I managed to offend the women YET AGAIN by asking to take a picture. It’s really scary being in the bush and seeing an argument transpire and not have a clue what is going on. In the end all was good and luckily I know the words for sorry (polly sana) and if I say it a bunch of times people just laugh at me. The family was so friendly and welcoming in the end and since we were the first ever visitors that they have had they were unsure of what to do (as was I). We left for the long hot walk back to the car.
We can pick and choose the memories that define our life and piece them together like a puzzle.