On our post-dinner peregrination everyone stared at us. We greeted and walked on. But this gaggle of elderly women didn’t even notice us, so engrossed were they in their game of cards played on a board that was balanced on their knees. We wandered over. They looked up and we made stumbling attempts at conversation. I resorted to using google translate on the phone and lending my glasses so they could read the translation. Hilarious. The men mentioned the water from the nearby pump is fresh and very good to drink so we tried it out.
It was deliciously cool and clear so we filled our water containers for tomorrow – what a blessing when the water in the tap was silty and so we hadn’t drunk any.
Finally they sent us off over another hill to see their river. On the way we met a 96-year-old man mending his gardening tool. He loved us stopping to chat (with the help of one of our new friends, the youngest card player who was going out to her garden plot with a bucket)
Our home even looked cosy and welcoming.