Give me a bit of time--days? weeks? I dunno!--and I really will move onto another subject... honestly, though, for the present, my heart and mind are still in Africa. So, here is another sampling of some of the sights that were seen--I just wish I could throw in the sounds ("Tibaboo! Tibaboo!" cried out at the top of their little lungs, or just chanted softly...it is the Djoula word for "white skin"). Or the smells--I cannot smell wood smoke without being instantly transported to a place much hotter that Nashville... Anyway, for today I want to share a couple of my favorites (yes, I have MANY favorites, but that is allowed when you take more than a couple thousand photos!). The photo above was taken from inside the Hopital Baptiste Libre (the HBL on the door) in the early morning before the crowds have started to gather.
The rest of the photos are of little boys--I've got a soft spot for tykes, comes from having three of my own--with the first one taken while driving slowly through some rather deep sand. Yes, we got stuck. Four times. Only one man in the car, two if you count my 13-year old son--strong as an ox, so we probably ought to count him--make that two men. All of the women in sandals or flip flops...
We DID eventually make it through the sandy part of the path (you cannot really call it a road) and on to the village where we held a free, outdoor medical clinic. Dressed wounds, gave out some meds, and rewarded all of the children with their first lollipops! We packed up and headed back to Doropo with Clint expertly making new paths around the sand traps. 
Pleased as punch with himself, this young boy scaled a cashew tree in order to get a good view of the slight-of-hand tricks that Dr. Mike was showing a mesmerized group of youngsters. Boys are boys the world round, aren't they?! ;D
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