Another beautiful day. Ryan made it through with some effort. The pick up truck had run out of gas on the way to Ziwa so he and Silas had to take public transportation. That is made up of various vehicles with broad yellow stripes on the side. Most are mini vans. The drivers have their hands full so most have a fare collector accompanying them.
After lunch Ann, Andrea, the kids and several others set out for Ziwa. Not far from home the white pick up sputtered to a stop. Seems the carburetor was burning super rich and the emergency supply from the AM was gone. A phone call was placed to Gladys's brother also named Silas. Wherever we travel our white faces attract a crowd. People we had passed for the last quarter mile streamed toward the tailgate. From across the road an older man approached with some younger people. He had learned a bit of English on a former job if I got the story straight. It came out with a strong "cockney" strain of English. Soon a white jacketed figure on a motor cycle appeared in the distance. As he approached it was evident that he had a half gallon jug of the precious liquid held tightly in his left hand. We welcomed Silas and were soon on our way. Ann taught while I printed the material I would need for Thursday. I realized right before we left that I had good cell coverage and started uploading some pictures.
On the way home we stopped by a huge sign reading"Filling Station". At 100 shillings per liter gas is nearly $5 a gallon. We bought a quick 500 shillings and pulled out on the main road headed for home.
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