We made a stop at the house of a very friendly women, who prepared us tea and later turned out to have killed a chicken for us to feed on. When we found out we were in too much of a hurry to wait for it to cook, so we pushed on. I have often felt remorse for the rude way we met her hospitality, but that's tourist life for you: always other things to see, goals set, so moving on. I made some shots of her kids, and of the interior.