Africa by Storm

Whoops. I cut everyone out of the shot except me. We were doing the xc though. 

J man and one of my host brothers (the one who studies the Koran in the town near our village). To the left (why did I frame them this way?) the water was almost perfectly calm and there was an errie forest of dead trees still somehow standing in the middle of the water. An entrancing scene. 

From the J man's visit, we biked 15k down to the river, to the dam. I had never been there, and thought the word being used to describe the place 'barrage' meant like campament, like a place to hang out, etc. No no, 'barrage' just means dam. Pretty awesome place, one of the many we found, to just play around. (Pictures of us swimming around available on request...) Before the J man's visit, I had only seen monkeys once, and only briefly as they crossed the road. Here, a nice herd (not correct) of monkeys scampered away when we rolled in, and the J man and I pursued them briefly up the hill. We had to haul back, but rolled back home just as it was getting dark. An early adventure from the many we had while the J man was here.