We’ve all been downed by a cold/flu for a few days so instead of a post, today I’m sharing some photos of the villagers which we took on our way out of the Gibbon Experience . Enjoy!
We met these local boys on our way back into the village. They were having a grand old time constructing monster balls of mud.
Village boys.
Siblings.
By the time we came back through the village, everyone knew that BigB had been lost and that I was his mom. We were quite the local celebrities. A few of the older women came by and patted his head and stroked or patted my arm, it was very touching. It also gave me access to play with the other babies in the village. This little guy was a hoot! As I giggled and played with him, he gave as good right back.
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Looking at the pictures it looks like a place for missionary’s not tourists