|Rice fields on the way to Kianjavato|
The people who have been here a few months just drool over everything, but I don't think I have been here long enough. Food is a popular topic of conversation at KAFS. They feed us rice at almost every meal and a little bit of something healthy like beans or meat or veg, but mostly rice. Everyone has condiments to put with it to make it edible, like soy sauce or ketchup or sweetened condensed milk. I got some chicken stock cubes and vinegar in town today and I have high hopes for it. Sometimes there is salad and the vinegar from it really improves the rice. We talk about food a lot, the things we miss from home, and I dreamed about pot roast the other night.
I was going to take some pictures but I keep leaving my camera at the top. KAFS is built on a hill, with the main buildings at the bottom and the tent platforms scattered across the slope. Mine is almost at the top, so if I forget something it is a bit of a trek back up. The tent platforms have a wooden floor and a ravinala roof with room for clotheslines underneath as well as your tent. My tent is great. It has lots of mesh for ventilation and I brought a full twin-size air mattress so I have a real bed. It is winter here so it gets cold at night and I am really glad I brought my warm sleeping bag. It is really nice and cosy in there and sometimes I don't want to get up in the mornings, but when I do the view is amazing. In the mornings I wake up to the mist rolling across intensely green hills of rainforest dotted with the huge fans of the ravinala trees. There are a few houses and farms but they look very picturesque from a distance. Closer up you see the inescapable poverty: the houses are shacks and the kids and chickens and dogs are all too skinny. Everybody seems very friendly though.
|A pomegranate tree in Tana|
|George is not too sure about the spider tortoises...|