I apologize for the lapse in posting. Work craziness, which is another story for another time. But I wanted to wrap up my thoughts on our big adventure of three weeks ago.
As I think I mentioned, we went about three hours drive south to a very nice little lodge. The drive itself was interesting. We were on what is ostensibly one of the biggest "highways" in the country, and while it was an ok road by Africa standards, there were still occasional spots with giant sinkholes, a couple hundred yards of random gravel thrown in for good measure and other fun, and often unexpected obstacles. We were going through some mountains as well, and there were a few more guardrails missing than I would have liked. And by "missing" I mean that someone had obviously plowed into them and gone over the side.
We were headed in the direction of the border with a neighboring country so there was a lot of truck traffic coming in. We kept joking that we should be on the lookout for our second car which was supposed to be making its way up to us along that route (it has since arrived, also another story for another day). We spent part of the drive behind two petro trucks, which was, quite frankly terrifying. Let's combine a bad road, sharp mountain switchbacks, evidence of occasional rock slides with... two trucks filled with highly flammable material. Wheeeeeee!!! I again emphasize that this was a major road, which makes it all the more odd that two trucks we saw on the drive down that were half pulled over, half still in the road, suffering from what appeared to be damage from a rockslide were still there two nights later upon our return.
The other fun challenge of the drive was the goats. Herd after herd after herd of goats. Very few with any obvious person minding them. They were just wandering in and out of the road to their little hearts' content. The baby ones were really cute, and I kinda wanted one or two. So I started wondering aloud just how much cash it would take to get a goat if we just pulled over and pointed at one (not much, I suspect). Then I started wondering just how fast a whole bunch of little village kids would appear from the bushes if we stopped and tried to just grab a goat and go (no doubt before we could even pull away, I suspect, not that we would really steal a goat, of course.)
Anyway, this was how we amused ourselves for most of the trip and everyone was getting a little tired of traveling, especially after twenty minutes on a much less major, all dirt road and we kept repeating to ourselves that we just had to catch the ferry, then 10 more minutes and we would be there. Instead, to our dismay, we encountered the scene depicted below.
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