Kipilefti

Woke up early so I could wait at our pick-up point and then at the bus stand (the bus was an hour late) for the bus out to our shadow site. Bill and I were squished into the back seat with four other people. When the bus went over bumps I left the seat, and the seat edged out from the seat back. When the gap reached a width of a foot or we stopped, we shoved the seat back in.

We left at 9.30 (the scheduled departure was 8.30). Half the trip was on a paved road and we went fast, trying to make up for lost time. I stared out the window over the shoulder of the girl sitting next to me, watching baobabs and donkeys and the arid desert rushing by. The baobabs are flowering and fruiting, white and green. The rains have just started.