
At the beginning of one trek I passed through a Catholic Ahke village. We were welcomed by the Pastor. His lovely wife, pictured above, rushed to prepare us some tea, bananas and to fry some peanuts. After the pleasantries, knowing I was interested in her lifestyle, she kindly showed me around her house.
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@Damon Schreiber: Communication was difficult, but as far as I could ascertain this man was a Pastor, the Priest came to visit the village once every few weeks. The Pastor's role in the village was very important and somehow linked to the fact he was the only person able to write. The rest was lost in translation.