Travelling is a wonderful thing but the body takes a bit of time to come to terms with it. I'm usually jet lagged for a week and everyone's digestive systems has to adjust to the time difference. We can't drink the water so it's always boiled or bottled. I have to remember that toilet paper cannot be flushed but has to be placed in a bin. Tilly, particularly, would rather almost wet herself than use a squat toilet and the water pressure, when working, is so poor and often cold, hair washing becomes a real challenge. It's always the little things we take so much for granted that become an everyday challenge but this is what it's all about - getting out of one's comfort zone.
It's been a week since we left and it's been wonderfully busy so today's a rest day. Having said this, we went for a great walk through another part of the village where a couple offered me to photograph their pigs. Later we passed a little pub where locals sell and buy milk from local cows. One old lady arrived with a bucket of milk that the publican poured into a vat from where he will sell to others.
People are gaoled here for two years when their cows escape and eat someone else's crops. It's hard labour in prison and whilst this sounds tough, the lack of any fencing can invite theft.
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