One man down, we set out this morning into a sea of ambiguity. The goal for the day was to admitted surveys to 15 people from each of our 4 villages and obtain a vide interview of every chief. This task was complicated by today being the day that most villages were having a meeting, andassuch people would not be where we usually find them.
It started off better than we could have hoped for, Jean-Baptiste was waiting for us when we arrived at Munini. We grabbed a quick interview, left him with pens and surveys, then ventured on towards Gasebya.
The walk to Gasebya was atypical of our normal route, and took us through the most fascinating town center. It looked like the main city, but transplanted several miles closer to the mountain. Ignease delivered a fiery, passionate interview at our meeting spot, and we dropped off 30 surveys and as many pens. The purpose of this was because we had walked clear in the opposite direction of Japhet, and still had to stay on our path to get to Wilson. Ignaese promised to deliver the surveys for us, and we will be sure to grab an interview tomorrow.
Thus began our hour long tramp across the volcanic countryside to Wilson. Our pilgrimage was ended one minute shy of the Ugandan border. Wilson was friendly as always, and spent a good five minutes simply smiling into our camera before he understood how to conduct an interview.
A little bit over half our day was spent in this walking, and members of our party were clearly a little tuckered out in the end. But the most exciting part of our day lay just ahead.
For the community dinner tomorrow, we agreed to buy the food. This meant shopping in the vibrant and thriving Cynaika market. Smells wafted from every storehouse. Some were a direct assault on ones nose as in the case of the boucherie, where un-cured meat hung from broad iron hooks in a most brutal fashion. shadows of death seemed to linger on this potent scent.
Another successful day, downed me,her is back up. No battery left on this ancient device.
It started off better than we could have hoped for, Jean-Baptiste was waiting for us when we arrived at Munini. We grabbed a quick interview, left him with pens and surveys, then ventured on towards Gasebya.
The walk to Gasebya was atypical of our normal route, and took us through the most fascinating town center. It looked like the main city, but transplanted several miles closer to the mountain. Ignease delivered a fiery, passionate interview at our meeting spot, and we dropped off 30 surveys and as many pens. The purpose of this was because we had walked clear in the opposite direction of Japhet, and still had to stay on our path to get to Wilson. Ignaese promised to deliver the surveys for us, and we will be sure to grab an interview tomorrow.
Thus began our hour long tramp across the volcanic countryside to Wilson. Our pilgrimage was ended one minute shy of the Ugandan border. Wilson was friendly as always, and spent a good five minutes simply smiling into our camera before he understood how to conduct an interview.
A little bit over half our day was spent in this walking, and members of our party were clearly a little tuckered out in the end. But the most exciting part of our day lay just ahead.
For the community dinner tomorrow, we agreed to buy the food. This meant shopping in the vibrant and thriving Cynaika market. Smells wafted from every storehouse. Some were a direct assault on ones nose as in the case of the boucherie, where un-cured meat hung from broad iron hooks in a most brutal fashion. shadows of death seemed to linger on this potent scent.
Another successful day, downed me,her is back up. No battery left on this ancient device.
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