<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><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… put on my pith helmet and sunglasses against the bright, setting sunlight … sweater over my shoulders just in case … take Peter’s arm as we leave our camp … cross the A2 and head down the short paved ramp to the dirt road into the village …</em></span></span><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i64.tinypic.com/bg1si1.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… wave and smile at the curious faces peeking out at the two white people walking in this very dark skinned place … glad I’m wearing long sleeves … temperature maybe in 50s …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So what did Jekesai ask? She whispered and you nodded.”</span></span><br/>