Trevor had another culinary first yesterday when he tasted impala.
Since impalas look like deer he expected it to taste like venison, but
it reminded him of beef.
I did not try the meat. I did still have one of those wow i live in
africa moments though riding my bike on a bush path to a literacy club
meeting at a nearby village. The only sign of human inhabitation was
the dirt path marked with footprints and bike tire treads. Being so
far from so called civilization would have freaked me out recently.
But i knew exactly where i was. And that i was surrounded by people,
even if it seemed like i was alone. It feels very normal here. That is
amazing to me.