It was too cold to swim

But we will be going back to this lake soon.

End of day

The village is in the middle of having dinner. If you go up the hill, you can hear loud voices and laughter from people's gardens from all directions. Dinners are noisy here. People come from the fields and are catching up. Towards the end women often start singing. In the evening it is always those quiet songs full of sorrow that everything here, joy, love, life is only temporary.

Game tomorrow

We kicked the ball around a little bit today in the evening because tomorrow the guys from the neighbouring village are coming over and we are going to slaughter them like we did two weeks ago. This is the "oldies" team, which here is everyone over 25 or so (and up to over 70).



Our youth team kicked their youth team's ass last week too. When the youth teams play a lot of this happens here. A lot.