“Are we there yet?” [whiny American children]

After breakfast we were dressed to the nines in locally made clothes. With no definitive plans for the day, we decided to take a walk up the main road to the former ANC training grounds. We thought the walk would take an hour each way but after two hours of trucking up hill, it was apparently otherwise. The people and children remained friendly through the neighboring village and it was a little startling to get to a deserted stretch of road. On the way, we saw an empty green snake skin and some very colorful insects. Finally we got to the crossroads to the camp but couldn’t see very much. We arrived back at the Mission House just in time for lunch with our legs trembling with exhaustion. The late afternoon and evening brought the children playing soccer, two big hooting owls and a crackling hot fire.