Arrival

We arrive (my driver and me) in the village with my four wheel drive car. A brand new one compare the aged rolling fleet of this area (see picture of one of the local cab providing all kind of transportation services over there).

For the youngest children, it is their first time seing a white man. They scream of fear, and their mothers play with that, laughing like hell.

For the young men, the car is the most beautiful car ever seen and I can tell you my driver is proud of the social position he is put in.

All the community is there, in the center square of the village, watching me and how I'll behave. I'm the strange thing.