Oh, my goodness! What a hot day that was. I still remember it over a year later. I was going out from the clinic and it was so opressive out that I had to stop at the bar to buy a coke. By the time I made it half way to the friend I was visiting I had to stop again. I'm sitting on the wooden railing that makes up the cheif's 'official' kraal (where the cows go... like the infamous OK). In African tradition it is the most sacred of places- you depend on your kraals to protect your animals. Traditional african life hangs in the balance arround healthy animals. Setswana customs dictate that the chief be buried in the kraal so that his spirit may linger and watch over the cattle. This rarely happens in modern Botswana. Our village kraal is (by the great mystery of cel phone technology) the only place you might pick up a cel signal. At this time of the day you can usually find half a dozen people sitting on the fence searching for a signal. Mabye those old bones down there in the dirt brought in a signal for us. But the heat today kept everyone away (well, at least at the bar seeking refreshment). I think that with everyone gone I noticed my long shadow for the first time and took this shot.
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