This is the minibus (much like the local daladalas) we travelled with to the starting point of the trek.
The sign, just to prove to you where I was. ;)
This is where we started to walk.
A banana tree. Every day is a "banana day" here.
See: we really were walking in the village! We saw so many locals doing their daily tasks...
The waterfalls:
Our guide in a cave, where local women and children used to hide during the wars.
The view from the cave.
Just a house.
The road - this actually lookes quite good compared to how it was after the rain surprised us. You have to be an African driver to be able to get a minibus full of people alive back from the mountain: the road was so slippery because of the rain that at one point the bus was sliding sideways towards the edge of the road and starting to fall on its side at the same time becauseof the deep bumps on the road. Are you wondering what was next to the edge? Tens of meters of a drop down. Yep. At least there was no lack of excitement!
Their fish pool.
The bowl where the coffee beans are smashed up.
A local woman, another volunteer and I smashing up the coffee beans.
Our guide straining the smashed up beans.
Then we got to taste honey straight from the wasp nest.
Me having the banana beer. As I was the oldest person in the group, I had to be the first one to drink from the horn. Yes, I know that I don't look particularly attractive in the picture. Despite of the drunken look in my eyes, I did not empty the whole horn - I only had one zip! ;)
This is where we then had a taste of the freshly made coffee.
Then we got to taste honey straight from the wasp nest.
This is what the babana beer looked like.
Me having the banana beer. As I was the oldest person in the group, I had to be the first one to drink from the horn. Yes, I know that I don't look particularly attractive in the picture. Despite of the drunken look in my eyes, I did not empty the whole horn - I only had one zip! ;)
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