The same rite always accompanies the arrival of Mrs rain. The wind rises decisively demonstrating his power. Trees Giants following their own pace leaving large branches horehound be madly and violently by his whims. Wonderful
wind that does not hesitate to spread the cool long awaited to give us a break. When he took possession of the atmosphere, he invited a few minutes later Mrs. rain to join him. Obviously, you understand that the same intensity accompanies our two forces of nature. The rain falls passionately and precipitation, but only for a few minutes, long enough for us to reinvigorate and revitalize the land. Already, the green begins to decorate the mountains for the sake of our eyes.
Last journey Professional: One last trip
deserves further experimentation. We are Roua and wait for the priest to return the market to see if we can sleep in his mission. In the meantime, a nap in the church and maybe a bit of reading. Fortunately, his return to 17 hours gives us a roof over their head. I found an alternative course: borrowed a mattress in the hospital from the village and sleep on the porch. Hiking in the mountains is one of the most beautiful as the bike ride, I can say I've really seen the African bush.
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