Some of our latest pictures.
Here’s the (possible) conclusion to the story of the Dracula dog:
Our village was buzzing this week when a dog killed two (or three according to some) chickens and a pig in one morning. Rumors of demon possession abound.
This is Hoka sitting in my office concentrating on how to explain the meaning of a particular word. Usually this process is pretty simple, but occasionally–as on this occasion–it is complicated. The problem stems from using a (very limited) common language that is native to neither of us.
We spent a few hours down at our river this Sunday afternoon with the Chappells. It was a beautiful day and a fun time.
Today Ken, local thatching expert, started work on the peak of our wind-house.
Everett and Jay were eager helpers.
Belle and Lucy both took a turn on the roof.
Sylvie tried to sneak up the “ladder” (a single three inch log.)
She wasn’t sneaky enough.
I got to experience my first game of Menyan soccer last week. It was played on the field above at a different time when I didn’t have my camera. “Field” is misleading. The area is more like a golf course with sand traps, eighteen inch rough and unreplaced divots. The game started with ten on ten, but the numbers…
Sadly, another child in our village died from the measles this week. He was one of our closer neighbors. The burial was a sad, unceremonious event. The hole was begun a day in advance and finished off the next morning with a dozen kids watching. Shortly after the preparations were complete, a group of ladies followed the…
Picture courtesy of Wesley Chappell Wes and I went across the river to a village meeting today with a few hundred of our neighbors. The meeting was scheduled for 7am–we arrived around 10:30. After waiting an hour and a half for a quorum the agenda was read listing eight items, “the white guys” being the eighth. (I…
As many of you know, Belle woke up with our cat and three new kittens in her bed the day after Christmas–certainly a fun surprise. Sadly, just four days later our mama-cat went missing. While searching and asking around, I was told over and over that someone must have killed and eaten her. No one…