Just a glance into our living/dining room...
This is half of my kitchen. We cook on a two-burner propane stovetop. It's worked brilliantly except for the drafts of wind that escape under the door and mess with the flame. My countertop is made of cement at the moment. We wash dishes in a basin that empties into a bucket under the sink. Eventually, we'll dump the 'gray' water on a garden. Talk about going 'green'....
The day before it rained, Terrill & Ron managed to set up the 'work' tent. It protects from rain, stays warm inside and the Ik men working on the project really enjoy having a space of their own. Sadly, it only rained one day for a few hours. The next problem we encountered was the wind.
This is the tent after a particularly windy night. We can't be certain, but from the sound of the wind, we guessed it to have been around 50 mph at some points. Being on top of the escarpment doesn't help. On a brigher note, the wind keeps us cool and we rarely get overheated.
The men were really disappointed by their deflated tent and vowed to have it up the next day.
Within an hour, the six Ik men and Ron were back to collecting words and putting them into domains. Please pray that these men understand what Ron is trying to teach them.
22 women walked up and down the hill between the borehole (well) and our house with jerry cans on their heads. Their duty for the day was to fill our 2000 liter tank. They were more than grateful for the work as it adds income to the family. It's backbreaking work but they've grown up doing it and have adapted to the requirements of living in Timu. Women & children must carry water at least twice a day to meet their basic needs for living.
Terrill & Ron are cutting cedar posts that will eventually hold up a carport. We need a carport to protect the Patrol from the sun (being at a higher elevation) and to serve as a storage area for tools and such.
The next step in the process of putting up a carport was cementing the posts into the ground and drilling holes for nails. For the final work, we'll hire a carpenter to come up and finish the project.
We took our two African dogs up to Timu in order to get them used to riding in a vehicle. We also wanted to expose them to the place. They love it there and refuse to ride back to Kaabong with us. We leave them in our compound under the watchful eye of our friend, Lojore. Fujo (above picture) has already been hunting with some Ik teenagers. Their favorite activities are teasing the children and roaming across mountain paths.
This is Fujo's brother, Boots. He's the shy one. They were born ten months ago in an army barracks. A friend brought the dogs to us at one month old and we've been fattening them up ever since. They are meant to be our guard dogs at the Timu compound. The only problem is: they don't bark yet and they're way too friendly with strangers. They'll go to anyone with food.
Just another week in our lives...