Today, my office mate, John Paterson, took me out in the field just to get out of the office. While out on a back road, we spotted a few hawks eating a black mamba! It was really cool. Then he took me down another road that had village on it. I'm impressed with the things that these people have done with so little. They make their own bricks and build their houses with them. They farm the land and use every last bit of the crop. Nothing is wasted. The women here do all the hard work (I guess just like a pride of lions!) They do the work in the field, carry the crops back on their heads, cook, clean, everything....all with babies strapped on thier backs! It is unreal. Just like National Geographic.
One of my fellow coworkers today was, again, taken aback that I was named after his country. He had been to the States and he said that he was surprised to see other people named Chad. And that some women's names was the name of his tribe. What is the name of his tribe, you ask? Guess! KIM!!! I laughed and said, "That's my wife's name!" We all got a big kick out of the fact that me and my wife were named after his Country and his tribe.
Lunch time!
He's guarding the snake from us!
"It's a Black Mamba!" (Go watch Duma)
I'm not a bird watcher, but this appears to be a Blue Heron. It was great! (pun)
The village
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