Exploring some back roads, I stopped for something cold at a shebeen (unlicensed watering hole). In most instances when stopping you will get a hearty welcome and instant friendship. These guys were getting to the bottom of their drum of Jwala( home made beer from sorghum), and although they probably enjoyed the conversation, half of it were not making much sense. The guy in the white shirt found it real hard to stand and beer were all over as he was gesturing while trying to talk...he was ready to fall over and pass out.
In rural Africa it is not out of the ordinary for guys to sit around all day drinking beer, while the woman are out in the fields, tending the crops.
I decided to stick to Coke. The chief of the village is the guy sitting next to me in blue.