tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29996096.post4047259351029885051..comments2007-02-19T09:17:02.359-06:00Luciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05295553538430945014noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29996096.post-85303323539812221382007-02-19T09:17:00.000-06:002007-02-19T09:17:00.000-06:00That we as humans are capable of such kindness and such cruelty is always so shocking to me. Glad your travels were not interrupted by rain.QThttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15544956727530046973noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29996096.post-77253867946759955372007-02-18T17:50:00.000-06:002007-02-18T17:50:00.000-06:00i can't believe you are there, and then yet, of course i can. the roads dance also, i presume, at the sight of you.<BR/><BR/>travel well, friend.jenhttp://droolstreet.blogspot.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29996096.post-38127282073945889012007-02-18T17:00:00.000-06:002007-02-18T17:00:00.000-06:00Wow.<BR/><BR/>Your description is simple, yet beautiful. I can't imagine what it's like to be there, let alone to have lived through a time like that.<BR/><BR/>I keep thinking, "why didn't we do something?"Rebekahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06980768449046443151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29996096.post-24667880905653097952007-02-18T14:03:00.000-06:002007-02-18T14:03:00.000-06:00And most of us looked on in horror, not knowing what to do.<BR/><BR/>Sad.menohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18065283682414369608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29996096.post-27048665124751267602007-02-18T13:39:00.000-06:002007-02-18T13:39:00.000-06:00There's just something about Africa. Once you visit once, you leave a piece of your heart there. Reading your description makes me long for the time I can go again.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01975795000759157299noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29996096.post-53757259520829519562007-02-18T07:40:00.000-06:002007-02-18T07:40:00.000-06:00Awful.grhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18228113061045717115noreply@blogger.com