8/22/2008
It was the end of another day of training......gee the Tambuka language is hard to learn!
Needing to reach my host family's hut before dark I was pedaling pretty fast and stirring up clouds of dust. I thought I saw something. Then I heard a bunch of voices. When I got closer I saw a group of young boys. I got off my bike and greeted them.
I looked to the direction that they were turned toward. I saw 2 big bulls fighting with each other. The kids were getting really excited when I noticed 2 more bulls had joined in the fight. I knew I didn't have time to stay and see what happened.
As I took off on my bike and headed home I heard the boys yelling something. I guessed it had to do with the bull fight. But something made me turn around for a second.
Two bulls was charging in my direction. I didn't know what to do. I jumped off my bike and squatted as low as I could. In a few seconds they were gone-right past me- no more than 5 feet away!
...yeah, I guess I should ask someone what you are supposed to do in that situation. I've seen these bulls before. Not sure what they are. I've seen young kids herding them and keeping them together by throwing rocks at the bulls' legs. :(
I miss you all. I miss not being able to talk to you on the phone.
Call me when you can: 011 260 979 423 976 (my time is 6 hrs. ahead of East coast time)
LOVE........Jessica
(via her mom)
Friday, August 22, 2008
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