This day we did even less work. In fact, we did zero. There simply wasn't anything we really could do. Being attached to a program with certain responsibilities means avoiding certain potentials for danger, or risk. So basically carrying wood was the extent of our tasks. We did watch them cut down a massive tree, what kind I don't know, but it was on steep hill surrounded by many jungle plants, mostly bamboo. Consequently, the three logs they cut up had to be helped down the hill via bamboo levers and manpower. I was in a situation where helping was best accomplished by not helping. These guys were all far more experienced, and I would have just got in the way. After that little adventure, we returned to the village where we stayed for the night. We went down to the river to play. A couple guys were building a bamboo raft. After the river, we sat around a bit, went to the shop to buy cold sodas, then the school, then the shop again for rum, then back to the house to start drinking it (neat or mixed with water). Not exactly an afternoon delight, but rather enjoyable nonetheless. After dinner I went drinking by the fire again but politely declined on the buffalo skin. I was the last to go to bed.
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