He sleeps long. Takes his time. He has no plans and nothing to do. So we go equipped with a book. There is sun and it is warm. Lots of water but it stays on the ground. And lots of people. I have not seen so many people in a while. They all talk are cramped together. Is this a kind of refugees camp I hear about? But they all look so happy?

We sit down at the water and he reads his book. Hour after hour. Since I cannot read I look around. Big white bird are chasing each other on the water. They even spray water on the people sitting next to it. There are another kind of white birds.. they seem to be something different they make different noises. It is confusing. Later we go for some food with the younger female that showed us the room. There is a tree inside the house. It is build around it. Do people not build houses to keep the nature out of them? After getting home hedrops me in the room. From the window I can see him and the female sitting in the grass. They share a bottle of bright red liquid. After the bottle is finished they come back. Moving a bit slower and laughing a lot. The female cannot even walk straight. He grabs me and we go out again. By foot again. does he not like his motorbike anymore? Why did he repair it then?
We meet people where there is a lot of grass around. They talk a bit but mostly they throw sticks on other wooden sticks. Seems to be kind of a game but I really do not get it. Both groups try to hit the big wooden stick in the middle but in the end he is down no matter which side wins. Makes no sense again. He goes to bed early again. I think this cough really is wrong.