KATHMANDU BABY

I really only had one moment where I was a seriously a bit unsure of things. Otherwise Sierra Leone was the most beautiful , welcoming and easy country to visit and it should most def make an appearance in that book, places to see before you die or expire or get to miserable or too fearful or whatever it is.

We were driving on the road back from the local town, I was looking red from the red dust on the road now plastered on my face.

We drove past one house and a woman appeared gesticulating widly at the car. She looked happy and E did too. We stopped the car and got out.

The women bounded over to the car. I have to say she did have the largest breasts I have ever seen in real life. She ran in fact directly to me and grabbed me for a purposeful embrace. I was a bit smothered by the embrace.

What was a bit ‘uncomfortable ’ was that she was now repeatedly pointing at her breasts and then pointing at E and obviously looking to me for some kind of reaction. I probably looked slightly bemused and my mende just did not stretch to , “ why do you keep pointing to your breasts and then my fiancé, what is going on?”

Hugging over and an introduction to another of Es aunts we returned to the car for our journey home.

E explained that what his aunt had been telling me. When he was a baby she had breast fed him. Of course with retrospect it made perfect sense. I know that its not uncommon for a baby to have milk from other relatives. But at the time I could have done with some advice on how to react to the above scenario. Now I know and it all makes perfect sense and I would know exactly how to react in the future.