A couple of evenings ago I was out running with Pete in his village when some funny things happened. First, we met an old woman to whom we said "walalapo", which is the standard greeting over here. However, she took this as a sign of our verbosity in Oshiwambo, and proceeded to speak rapidly to us in Oshiwambo. Despite our shaking heads and our increasingly desperate hand gestures to indicate that we didn't understand a word she was saying, she continued to speak to us, only more loudly and with more than a hint of frustration in her voice at our apparent stupidity! It was hilarious. What I took away from it all, was that she was trying to ask us what the hell we were doing running around like a couple of idiots in the middle of the village!

Second, on our way back to Pete's house, a group of about 6 children and women, who had just finished ploughing and hoeing for the day, decided to join us! It was very funny because they were screaming and laughing the entire time! Although they almost all eventually dropped out, one little boy ran the last mile and half with us, carrying a hoe that was twice his size until Pete took it and carried it for him!