The drill
team started this morning for the second day in a row without anyone from our
team in attendance. This is a sign of
great progress that they are both capable and motivated to drill on their
own. While the drill team got after
their task, our team decided to go a bit easier and try to replenish some lost
energy.
So what did
we do? We just got up at 5:00 and headed
to the fish market for a bit of sightseeing.
By 5:45 we were headed into the Mbandaka equivalent of Homeland or Super
Walmart. Since there is no electricity in
this region other than by generator, the vast (and I do mean vast) majority of
people do not own a refrigerator.
We saw fish
of all kinds and sizes. We saw manioc
leaves and roots. Cooked manioc, bananas
both cooked and fresh, along with beans and other spices were everywhere. Some vendors had giant pots of palm oil. Most of these pots had small pans with fires
in them floating in the top of the oil to keep it from solidifying.
We passed
one stall where the woman was selling a monkey that had been hunted, killed and
cleaned the previous day. Men drug pigs
here and then there in preparation for slaughter so that they could sell the
freshest of fresh pork to customers.
What
fascinated me most was the peli peli peppers.
I saw eight or ten vendors with large quantities spread out in their
stalls. These small orange and red peppers
resemble a habanera or scotch bonnet pepper.
They also taste very similar, and their heat factor, just like the
habanera, is ridiculous. The locals make
a pepper sauce called peli peli, which explains what is in it. All of us have been eating this sauce almost
daily.
And I can’t
forget to mention the turtles, giant snails, really really big grub worms and
caterpillars (we actually had caterpillars with our dinner Thursday
night). The stalls that all of these
products were in were nothing more than bamboo posts with palm frond roofs and
either bamboo or stick tables and shelves.
Many of the vendors just threw
mats on the ground and set their merchandise out.
There were
hundreds of vendors and easily ten thousand customers crammed into an area
about the size of downtown Edmond.
There is no
way to accurately describe what
we saw today. Truly amazing. This is daily life in Mbandaka. Go to the market every morning and buy what
you need to make breakfast lunch and dinner.
We have pictures that can’t really explain the sounds and smells, all
which are quite foreign to us Okies from the United States.
Meanwhile back at the drill site, the guys are making progress. Down to 23 meters (75 feet) now, we began to see some aggregate in our clay. After losing an hour’s work time yesterday to a storm that dumped more than three inches very quickly, we had the same thing happen again after lunch today.
Tomorrow is a day of rest, as we
will be attending church in the morning and then satellite linking in for a
joint church service with FCC Edmond in the afternoon. The drill team though, instead of taking the
entire day off, will move to well site two for more training as we search for
something other than clay to drill through.
Wish them luck and say a little prayer.
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