Most dashboards and motorcycles here are quite 'personal'...full of decorations, such as fur, tassels, material. This is a little guy's bike, guess he's starting young.
Got to go with a friend to get her water from the cistern...followed by a glass of tea at the house. :)
Famous bread here up north. They let me give it a try a few times, but I'm not sure what was hardest- the technique or all the smoke!
This is the finished product. They serve it soaked in milk and tomato/pepper sauce. It's, indeed, an acquired taste.
This is evidence that we're doing women's tetanus inside the room...
This one's from my trip south. Our friend had stopped the day before to get water jugs filled. When we passed by the next day, the man waved her down and told her she paid too much the day before. So, this is him insisting she take the change. Cool.
Another one from down south: their bread. (Much preferred over the northern kind.) This was a treat in honor of L. And yes, the 'robes' they gave us to wear might have once been curtains.
Now for some from our team 'culture':
Waiting for dinner talks with AC, on the kitchen floor. Somehow, most meaningful conversations happen in this manner.
Auntie L and the little one. Isn't she precious?!
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