Including:
-monkey sightings.
-being crammed in the back of the Ker's charming, dusty Land Rover. I loved it, actually, cramped as it was. It took road-tripping to a whole new dimension!
-buying cashews from vendors on the side of the road. You have to understand, though, these aren't just ANY cashews. They were roasted, toasted, and perfect in thier unsalted glory. You know I've never liked cashews before? Well - I bought a giant sack of them for the way home.
-a flat tire on the way home. That was an adventure in of itself!
We stopped at a little village on the way to Chocas. It was one of the richest moments of the entire trip. I bought an ear of roasted corn (delicious) while they heaped our Land Rover with firewood for the next evening.
David had a conversation with the villagers in Portuguese that went something like, "No, you don't want to marry these girls. They would make terrible wives! They don't know how to carry things on thier heads, they don't know how to start a fire, and they can't make shima!"
We wondered why everyone was lauging so hard when we pulled away.
Many an evening, the cooks welcomed us in to supper by singing to us.
And last but not least - as a last hurrah of our Chocas trip, we held a chapel service in one of the oldest still-functioning churches in Africa.
It was crumbling
and sun-streamed
and exquisite
We had goosebumps as we sang -
God was there.
That music is so beautiful! I love African singing!
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