It brought back so many memories of my childhood running around in the villages my dad would take us to on his trips into the bush. I remember running around under the houses up on stilts and bare dirt beneath my feet or how it felt to walk on the bamboo straw floor of those homes. And watching an elder woman cook over a small fire and wondering why it wasn't burning through the floor. It was such an honor and blessing to me to be there.
Enjoy the pics...
|This did not look like a road, nor did it look possible to get our SUV up to the top. But my uncle is a very good driver. =)|
|Following a Hen and her chicks|
|I will never complain about my kitchen again...|