Yes Dad, They Do have Wishbone in Africa

Well I don’t have much to say tonight. Just thought I’d write a word or two since I’m posting a bunch of pictures.

I was sitting at work, talking with Peter, the new marketing fella, and I could barely hear him over the singing church at the park. I decided that, yes, I needed to go experience some religion today.

Who knows who owns this park. Seriously. Whoever gets there first with a platform, generator, and religious mob gets it. I walked over there and stood next to the stragglers. Those that wished they had they courage to dance with the rest but sit on the curb and watch. Of course, I whipped out my camera, not very sneakily, but I told those stragglers that I thought it was interesting and that was a good enough reason.

After 2 bad pictures of people running in circles, throwing their hands in the air, and singing back at the preacher, I had a straggler come tell me that I should not take pictures of people worshipping Christ. That was fair. This regulator danced his way back to an empty spot on the asphalt and proceeded to pretend like he was playing the electric guitar while looking over at me periodically to make sure that I wasn’t taking pictures and trying to prove that he was one of the clan.

The rest of the walk was uneventful. I walked with a 7 year old that said he was 13 and was eating a lime sprinkled with some orange goodness. Because of our language barrier, after our 10 minute “conversation,” I still didn’t know what was on it.

I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to photograph how happy I felt about seeing Wishbone salad dressing. I wish I could say that I was loyal and bought it. Tonight’s dinner was warm pasta salad (we have to cook those veggies) which was prepared by me and pineapple chunks in passion flavored yogurt. While I prepared, I listened to Freakanomics and 5 kids sat on the balcony staring at me, singing alleluia, and roughing up the plants.

Here's for the PICS:

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