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<\/a><\/p>\nThe kids wasted no time in exploring Joe’s truck.<\/p>\n
There was a lot of activity, segregated on gender and age. The younger men had slaughtered the goat and were butchering it.<\/p>\n Many of the women were sorting rice for pilau<\/p>\n others were peeling vegetables<\/p>\n The kids were mostly just having fun<\/p>\n The older men (wazee) sat under a tree and chatted (in Giriama).<\/p>\n An old radio, powered by a small solar panel, played music.<\/p>\n Jacob had told us it was de rigeur<\/em> to wear the traditional kikoi and commemorative t-shirts. In fact, we were the only ones with the new polo shirts, though several people had the t-shirt printed last year. There were only a few people sporting kikois too, but it comfortable attire and it’s nice to be somewhere where no-one bats an eyelid when you wear one.<\/p>\n The pilau gets under way – I thought we’d brought a paddle for someone’s canoe, but it was just a huge stirrer.<\/p>\n Some of the family with granny, John’s widow, sadly now getting rather forgetful.<\/p>\n Patrick and Mary – brother and sister together for once!<\/p>\n This man seemed to spend the whole day making a mat.<\/p>\n John takes a nap.<\/p>\n Selina plaits Elizabeth’s hair.<\/p>\n Mama of the spoon.<\/p>\n A lot of mnazi (palm wine) seemed to be consumed in some quarters.<\/p>\n Joe with Chris<\/p>\n Samuel<\/p>\n The pilau is served<\/p>\n Oh, that’s me (asking for my phone back!)<\/p>\n As we ate lunch, the grey clouds gathered.<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a>
\nLittle Tina got hold of my phone and took some random pictures of her family<\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n<\/a><\/p>\n