Fresh eggs? You bet!

Tuesday is market day in the valley. This Tuesday Sue and I had been to the market, bought our fruit and vegetables, passed the time of day with various stallholders and bought a homeless man a cup of tea and chapati (a flatbread pancake of Indian origin) and we were ready to go home. On the way back to camp, Sue asked Michael, the driver, to stop at Chebutie shop to buy eggs. I didn't need anything but of course, I wanted to greet the shopkeeper (who is Caro's aunt) and take photos!

Following Sue down the bank to Chebutie shop

How fresh are the eggs sold here, do you think?

Momma hen, small chicken and teenage chicken!

Protect me mum, from this creature pointing at me!



Outside a young herdsman passed the shop with a small herd of cows

And a lone goat...

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Note: Thank you to all of you who wished me a speedy recovery from my bout of malaria. On Saturday morning I awoke with sore joints and feeling very weak. Grant took me back to the clinic where Jo-Anne was dismayed that I wasn't feeling better. She did another malaria test and announced that the parasite was indeed leaving my body. This time I looked at the malarial parasite under the microscope. She explained what I need to look for (the procedure causes the colour purple to show up the parasite) and I could see that they were indeed minimal. This probably pschologically convinced me I was on the mind! Apart from a headache on Sunday night, on Monday morning I felt much better.