Fat cakes finale

On our way home now. . . a "tuck shop" just around
the corner from our place. Drinks and snacks are
sold at the little red shed on the left; the proprietors
live in the adjoining house.


As we arrive back home, we are reminded that
no garbage truck has been seen in our neighborhood
for weeks.


The view of the Weiseth manor from outside.

Fat cakes 4

No fat cakes yet. Blast! We consoled ourselves
by watching this roach (near the edge of the glass)
help him or herself to the frosting of this cake.


Malena is less than enthused about our
choice of rolls. . .

Another combi stop. Faithful Batswana on their
way to church.

I have no idea what it is. But it certainly
looks like it was yummy.

Fat cakes 3

Crossing the tracks.




$4 haircuts any day of the week. A bargain at
any price, really - I now look like a shorn sheep.


A very typical view of our larger neighborhood -
electronics stores, car repair, furniture stores. . .

Fat cakes journey 2

Pete atop yet another termite mound.


A combi stop - how the preponderance of Batswana
get around.


Another awesome African playground!


Coke does brisk business in sub-Saharan Africa.

Hike for fat cakes

On Sunday morning, the Weiseth family decided upon the only logical pre-church
option. . . a hike for "fat cakes," which are fried balls of dough that never fail
to please. What follows is a brief photographic showcase of our quest.



Caleb makes his egress through our gate.


Walking down our road.

Can't wait for those fat cakes!


Strength. . . ebbing. Must. . . carry on.