We spent the whole next day lounging on the roof of our motor boat, spotting lemurs and crocodiles while waving to village children on the shore. Eric, our cook, prepared some delicious meals which didn't make us sick. It was lovely. In the late afternoon we docked on a sand bank and spent some time touring the nearby village and playing with the local kids. They were very excited to see us - they held our hands the whole time we walked around. There were a few power struggles to determine who would get to hold our hands - I really liked one little girl, maybe around 3, who's nickname was "head-strong". Caryl referred to her as Little Ania. In the evening we gave the kids candy - but we made them say their name and age before they got a piece, and then they had to give us the wrappers back (littering is prevalent here). Little Ania is the one in orange shorts standing next to Caryl as he collects wrappers. After the candy ran out the kids wanted to have their picture taken - I also got some great videos of them riding a zebu cart and doing the "vaza dance" (vaza means foreigner, and the word has basically replaced our names here; everyone calls us vaza. As far as I can tell it's not pejorative). We slept again in our tent under the baobabs (last picture).
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