After our “stuck in the mud” experience we decided not to cross the river (the locals didn’t really give us much choice) and headed a different way a local recommended, mmm.
When we hit the river (no rivers on this route, he said) after the sun had gone down we basically camped in the home of a local woman and her field of cotton.
Just posting in case people don’t know where cotton in their t-shirt comes from, some peeps didn’t know how pineapples grew (Nelly), education is important.
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