On Friday, May 28th, we packed up and headed out to a REMOTE village. What a journey! 6 hours in the back seat of an un-airconditioned, 10-passenger van, and the third vehicle in a caravan … which meant LOTS of red dust. Everything inside and outside the van was totally coated. We could hardly breathe, until we improvised and made facemasks out of baby wipes. BABY WIPES — indispensible on such a trip! We used them for everything including literally bathing and washing our hair with them! Every road we turned on got rougher and rougher, smaller and smaller. Vehicle traffic was pretty scarce, but scary when you did meet a big cattle truck, or one of the zip-a-de-do-dah taxis (I say that because they travl too fast on those bumpy roads!) When you did approach a populated area, kids would run to the road and wave, and when they saw it was a group of white people, everyone would get in on the act, or just stare us out of sight. I never felt any hostility though, just curiosity. 
I said “we thought” it was in the middle of nowhere because we were surprised after we began our “business” when people started showing up out of that nowhere! By the time we had been there 10 minutes, we had a whole community of people coming togreet us! Literally walking from out of the bush to see the white folks who had stopped for a break. They were very welcoming and gracious even though they had no idea who we were. One 13 year old girl I talked to spoke a little English, and all she wanted to do was to go to school, but couldn’t because her family could not afford the fees. Some of our guys brought out a frisbee and got a little game going. It was a fun pit stop that gave us some giggles over our inexpertise of dealing with a lack of facilities. You do have to get brave, and a little creative!
In my next post, I’ll tell the stories of the Village Adventures!
