It was cold. It was actually cold when I woke up. Also, some birds or apes or whatevers woke me up too early. And my bed had just a slight inclination to the left. Lay on a small stroke of mattress and felt like sleeping at the side of a cliff. Great! No stickiness though.
Thank god for the raining season. I cannot imagine sitting here with even higher temperatures than now. I’m not sure what it is at the moment but I’m guessing I don’t want to know. Also, I just found out using a fan and writing at the same time is quite impossible. I’m letting my left and right hand take turns. Very confusing. But first things first. In between driving to Niokolo Koba, the national park we are now, we visited a family, or small town or something like that. We had previously bought lots of things and some people had brought a lot from Holland we got to see the houses, the well and the way they lived their lives. Despite western clothing they were exactly as you’d imagine, or I’d imagine at least. As soon as we entered, children came closer from all corners. As soon as gifts were given, everyone started to fight, push and pull. A lot of screaming later, the older kids, especially girls, or young women, I never seem to guess their ages right, calmly but still screaming, formed a line to all receive some clothing.
After gifts we wandered off to see the compounds of the in-laws of the man of the first compound. We saw an old lady between 80 and 90 years old she doesn’t even know herself. We also saw the water being brought up from about 30 or perhaps 20 or more and 30 metres and I decided to try and compose a portraits of Africa album with photos. Oh, and the just fixed mosquito net has just been unfixed.