Written Thursday, 24 January 2008
A few days ago I was biking back into my village from a neighboring volunteer's village, and I came upon a pack of at least thirty baboons crossing the road. There were moms with little baby baboons on their back, and a giant dad baboon that must have weighed more than me. They all moved away quickly when they heard me coming, so I didn't have to worry about them attacking me and I didn't have time to get a picture.
This wasn't the first time I've seen the baboons, but it was just one of those moments where I realize how amazing it is that I'm living in an African village.
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