A sunset view from outside of Pointe Noire. The sun is really bright red, but it doesn't show well in the photo. The air is so polluted, the sunsets are usually beautiful.
A sunset view from our front porch.
Elder Wheatley got locked in our little hall bathroom. The door is warped, and on Sunday, between some meetings we went home for about 1/2 hour. I was in the other room and I heard this pounding and went to see what was happening - he couldn't get the door open, the lock was broken. All our windows have iron bars on them, so he couldn't get out the window. I call it our pretend bathroom because it has a shower that breaks, a toilet that moves and feels like it will break if you sit on it, and a mirror - but no sink. We had left most of our tools at the service project site for people to use after we had to leave, but we had a few screw drivers. I got them and was able to force off the wooden pieces that held a panel in the door and then forced a screw driver through a small opening so he could do the same on the other side, and Voila! He could get out - but I told him not to come out until I got a picture! I call it his 'doggy door.'
Can you see the goats on top of this trailer? Not an uncommon sight. Any vehicle that travels between towns or through villages usually carries lots of extra baggage, including animals and usually people, too.
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