<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></span></div></div><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cc45/8990emmy5sim49izg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jekesai</strong><br/><em>Guide</em><br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Peter and Jekesai emerge a short time later … and we head north again toward … pick up the map … toward Kamboe … 188 km … let’s see, about 120 miles so 2 hours at 60 mph which is a little less than 100 kph … glance at the speedometer over Jekesai’s shoulder … between 80 and 100 kph … settle back … <br/><br/>… through Seriolipi … Merille … the land seemingly getting drier and drier … less agriculture … through Log-Logo … only a short way now and we still have sun …<br/><br/>… and finally Kamboe … a tiny village at best … ramshackle might describe it …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i65.tinypic.com/rlch05.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… Jekesai turns onto a dirt track on the side of the road opposite the village … a clear area … stops … we get out … a few youngsters come running from the village … teens perhaps …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Jekesai, may we help? We’re certainly capable if you tell us what needs to be done.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “See! Help is already arriving. One or two of these have done this for me before so this will go quickly.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and indeed it does … a few words exchanged … Peter and I quickly have director’s chairs set on a small rug atop a plastic sheet … and three tents spring up … a canopy also is stood up and then moved to cover where we sit … staked out against the wind … cots are carried to the tents and set up … my luggage is moved to the middle tent … Peter’s to one side and a single rugged looking back to Jekesai’s … we are invited to inspect our tents … mosquito netting covers the cots … ah yes, malaria mitigation though no sign yet of the pesky creatures … Jekesai speaks with the children and hands them each something that I assume is pay for their labor … they seem very grateful … then she singles out an older girl who has worked as hard as the older two boys … the girl runs off … Jekesai turns to us …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Welcome to our home for the evening. She’ll be hack with three meals in about a half hour, or less than an hour depending what her mother has to do. I suggest you make sure your tents are in order. I’ll set out a table and some beverages.”</span></span><br/>