Round 2

Tonight, the night after the crash, I went out after dinner with Fr. Gregoire, the cook, her husband, her 3 year old son, and the father of Pelimliwa for one last Tchuc run. No, I did not take the moto. We walked and I got one last look at the Agbang market and the nightlife of tribal Africa. The company was good as was the Tcuch, although I could have done without a few encounters with some drunken villagers who seem to be under the impression that we are great friends. But no harm, no foul and at least I was able to say some more goodbyes even though they weren’t planned.