There is a big reddish colored dog that hangs around one of the lalanga huts. (That’s where the women weave mats.) His name is Nike. Unlike most of the tired-looking skinny mutts around the village, Nike looks healthy and well fed.
The women warn us not to get too close, as Nike bites.
I ate Nike Wednesday night.
Friday, November 30, 2007
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