We visited Pangaro today. Pangaro is a little Massai village. When leaving to go there this morning, we were assured it is “not far, not far.” Perhaps that is true as the crow flies, but in a SUV it took us about an hour.
The longest part of the trip was on and near a washed out red dirt road. There was much driving around bushes or around recently-formed gullies. One small concrete bridge ended in air, as the road on the other end was washed away. Our driver was very good, and though the trip was a slow version of riding a mechanical bull, he managed to keep us from getting stuck.
The gang went out to dinner at a restaurant in Same, but Sheri and I stayed at the hotel to plan meetings for the next several days. We will be meeting with the farmer committees to discuss next steps in their farms.
All is well. Internet is intermittent, but don’t worry if I don’t contact you for a few days.
(received a little after noon, Thursday, March 9th)