I just learned this morning that my friend Tammey's mother, Joyce Crippin, died last night. She was a spunky woman who amazed me with her energy, style and love to have fun. She will be greatly missed-
This butterfly came for a visit this morning. I wonder who he might be-
We were at the waterfall by 10:30 and because it was idyllic, set up camp and spent the day washing clothes, sitting in the water and enjoying the coolness-
I organized a beer run and two local men hopped on a motorbike and headed to a nearby village to fill it. We put one of the crates in the rushing water to cool it. Michelle and I also spent some time sitting in the river, picking out glass! What horrified me is that I had been walking in the water with bare feet - luckily not cut because there was glass everywhere.
I'm looking forward to a great sleep! That may seem like something weird to hope for every night, but I am used to sleeping so well at home and when I'm awake a lot in the night, the next day is harder than normal. That might be hard to understand if you haven't been an overlander.