goodbye my friend

Yesterday I got the sad news that a good friend, Randy, died suddenly the day before. Our age differs only 6 months. He leaves behind his wife Jose and 2 children, Thijmen and Mirthe, age 6 and 3.

We've met when I started to work for Daidalos where he arrived a while before me and we've spent 3 years working closely together on the workers committee. 

But more than that we've spent numerous evenings together discussing all sorts of topics, on how to set up business, market opportunities, philosophy, religion, having a beer. Or two. And it was always a struggle to end the evening. Time flies when it's good. 

I've decided to head back to Europe for 2 weeks, allowing me to be pay him my last respects and visit my relatives. 

Randy - on the right side. Helping to move my stuff before departure for this project. 

3000 words and a massacre

It's said that a picture is worth a 1000 words. So I thought let's make it easy today.

lightning during a night in Kindi. 

It is said that people who passed away at Dafra come back in this lake as a catfish. They can grant your wish in return for some chicken intestines. A secretary at work told me there's a really really really big one in this lake. If you happen to see that one, you are lucky and may be sure your wish will be granted. 
Here's where the real work is done: the slaughter and preparation of chickens. You'll have to pass this area in order to get to the lake. Barefoot.