(Paul) In Africa there are always very nice nice villages and villages that were clearly under the control of dark and evil powers. Plandabalabo was definitely one of the latter. Their drums beat all night while the young men got hammered on Cane Juice (sugarcane whisky). The people were uncharacteristically cruel and deceptive -- often at odds with ENI Mission over the oddest things, like accusing dad of poisoning their sickly cows and a short term missionary lady of being a white witch.
It was interesting walking thru the village once again - this time with my family. Things had changed, the mission and the witness of Christ had definitely had an influence on these people over time. There were two prominent new churches, brightly painted right in the middle of the village. The town's Clam Chief was our former cook, Robert Chaie, and the town Mayor was a former Cub Scout buddy of me and Palmer, Junior.
Bess with her favorite village pet - a goat.
The huts in this area are unique with the bamboo mat sides.
The road through the village is covered in animal dung. They let the pigs, goats, ducks, sheep and dogs roam free. Vanndel was a poop magnet. He kept stepping in the waste wherever we went.
The trail back to ENI mission. The children followed us everywhere we went.
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