Westward Bound

The road out of the village was fairly crowded with zebu and carts , all heading west

The villages once again consist of simple huts

I stop for a much needed break and refreshments, sharing the sole bench seat with this guy

It all looks quiet, but what you can't see from this picture is what stands in front of me, once more my every move is being watched and villagers have come flocking over to see the bizarre spectacle of a vazaha (foreigner) drinking tea. They packed in under the shelter for front row views!

The young woman in blue was particularly interested and could speak good french and so I offered her a go with my camera with this result...