Odd lot Moi thoughts

I went out onto the porch of Stephen and Carolyn Crockett’s house to tie my shoes. (We take our shoes off in the house because they’re always muddy.)

Suddenly I realized that I was the center of attention for the dozen or so Moi guys on the porch. I guess when all you wear is a gourd, seeing someone tying their shoes is pretty fascinating stuff.

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I’m basically sleeping when you’re working. Our days here have been starting about 4:30 or 5 a.m. and ending at 7:30 or 8 p.m. local time — which is roughly 2:30 p.m. the day before, to 6:30 a.m. the same day, in Florida.

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Virtually every man here has killed someone. One of the guys here this week has killed four people. And all the men, always, carry their bow and arrows.

Reminds me of the Englishman a couple of centuries back who called the Scots barbarians because they carried their swords everywhere, even to church.

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If you can get past the grossitude …

The Moi people really like possum poop. One of the women preparing for the feast was talking about how good it is, how much it is Moi food — and thanking God for providing it.

Earlier, the hunter who brought it back had held the smoked possum head aloft as he thanked God for providing it. He pointedly said God gave it to him, and it wasn’t his skill as a hunter.