BBQ

I bought a chicken this week, a live one to eat . However, I realise I still have not been here long enough to want to eat it, so have given it to my house lady. I need more distance between myself and my food and don’t really want to hear it clucking outside the back door at lunch time and on my plate at dinner time. Still my house lady was very happy with it!! If you don’t have a freezer it’s the best thing to have it clucking around until you are ready to eat it.

We had 210 children in the Sunday school last week. Even for here that is quite a lot. The average is around 80 which is quite a challenge, but 200!! We had to abandon any colouring, there were just too many children.

One of Elizabeti’s neighbours died yesterday, so that is another funeral she has to go to. There is at least one a week here. For the average Tanzanian it is rather expensive in terms of time and money with all the funerals they have to attend.

This afternoon we drove up in the hills behind Dodoma for a bush BBQ. Of course typical wzungu (white person) BBQ complete with plastic chairs and all sorts of gear. It’s always a race to get back before it gets dark. African darkness falls quite quickly and on unlit very bumpy roads it is easier driving in the daylight. Driving through town on the way back I noticed all the shops are guarded by men with very large rifles, I guess it is one form of security system.

The photos show our very nice Swedish neighbours Martin and Mirjam Eckholm and the darkness taken from behind a rather dirty window.