So, for the most part, Marshall and I hung out while Ian was off hanging with the boys doing "work"(no matter what he says they were drinking wine and tea and making crass jokes). Marshall had great fun hanging with the kiddies, sitting in buckets of water and sleeping on mats in the shade. The kids felt it was their job to watch him, as it is with the babies in their world. Here he is playing with/attacking some of them. I don't really know what happened to the sound...
Yeah...fun had by all. We shared our meals with "the boys," but spent the rest of our day staying cool, either in water(we both ran out of batteries on our cameras, and missed a super shot of him in a small bucket of water laughing and talking) or in the shade. In the morning, we'd wander about and get to know the village, the other families. Typically we would send at least on child screaming. One poor girl in particular took 4 people to calm her. Her sadistic mother brought her by our place the next day to greet us, mom laughing all the way. Poor thing. To her, we're ghosts!
In the evenings, we'd sit by the light of a lantern and a very small fire and a very large moon, chat and appreciate full bellies and Marshall would drift off to sleep. The women finally stop working at this time, the heat subsides and there's just a sense of calm that comes over the place.
Oh! I almost forgot, Marshall made great friends with the local Kora player who came by regularly. He wanted to learn how to play, well, or just taste it perhaps...
The guy came back to get a pic with his wife, but we didn't see him after that. Maybe it was the liter of rubbing alcohol he drank one night on a dare. I swear, there were moments, for the guys at least, I think they thought this was Dionfacourou Spring Break 2008...
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