Today one of our Land Rovers broke down and we had to tow it back to the facility we’d just come from. At first the men of the group wouldn’t let me push the car, then I was like… no. Thankfully we travel with 2 cars at a time here (security measures duet being near the CAR border), so we were all able to jump into the other Land Rover and finish our rounds.
The other night while talking with my coworker we counted the number of languages he knows. We made it to nine. There may be more. I feel inadequate.
Those two things are not related.
Here’s a picture of mangoes which fell off one of the trees in the compound after a storm the other day.