piki piki rides
i attempted to update my blog yesterday but the page was in korean... and i eventually thought i had succeeded but no. i was just happy i figured out it was korean. anyways.. here are some photos from adventures in getting to Ngumbulu.. the village 20km into the bush. i love saying that.. although images it construes are probably not actual. Just as people in america have no idea what African life is like.. Africans have no idea what american life is like. I tried explaining a typical day in my life to some high school graduates the other night at a bar near our place.. it was fun. Keep in mind these kids are well off, relatively.. have staff who clean, cook, do laundry, etc.
This is my first piki piki experience.. and probably the least frightening. My driver.. Mwasumbi.
This was our last trip Ngumbulu.. the lorry we went in on.. we walked to this point.. and came upon the four lorries that had left earlier in the morning, all stuck. We jumped in after they got unstuck. Sitting in the front is far better than the back. Although it may provide a false sense of security. This pic on the right is the lorry that was stuck in front of ours on the way out.. at this point, we decided to walk back. And luckily caught a ride on a different one after a couple hours.
This is a view out the window of the soap shop.
Francis.. at the orphanage. We played frisbee for hours together.. until it got dark. This kid is amazing. I wish he was on my ultimate team. He mastered the forehand in about 5 minutes.
This is the bar owner in Ngumbulu.. who wants to marry me. very nice guy.
Center kids playing a local game.. i forget what it's called... that i carved into the dirt for them.
View walking to Ngumbulu. And the infamous road.
Mwachi.. 6 year old center kid on the right.. and village girl.. gorgeous eyes.
This is my first piki piki experience.. and probably the least frightening. My driver.. Mwasumbi.
This was our last trip Ngumbulu.. the lorry we went in on.. we walked to this point.. and came upon the four lorries that had left earlier in the morning, all stuck. We jumped in after they got unstuck. Sitting in the front is far better than the back. Although it may provide a false sense of security. This pic on the right is the lorry that was stuck in front of ours on the way out.. at this point, we decided to walk back. And luckily caught a ride on a different one after a couple hours.
This is a view out the window of the soap shop.
Francis.. at the orphanage. We played frisbee for hours together.. until it got dark. This kid is amazing. I wish he was on my ultimate team. He mastered the forehand in about 5 minutes.
This is the bar owner in Ngumbulu.. who wants to marry me. very nice guy.
Center kids playing a local game.. i forget what it's called... that i carved into the dirt for them.
View walking to Ngumbulu. And the infamous road.
Mwachi.. 6 year old center kid on the right.. and village girl.. gorgeous eyes.
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