The sun filters gently through the mango tree leaves. A soft, warm breeze blows from the Caribbean Sea to the south. The wind dislodges a rotten mango, which hits the ground with a splat. In between some branches, large brown spiders have created their perfectly symmetrical webs. These kids just kept me company, sitting and hanging out after lunch. Claudia, below, goofed off for my camera. She the one who's parents we helped find a new home. She seems happy -- if not a little spastic.
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The bar in Juba was under a grove of mango trees. The slighest rustle would cause our patrons to cover their heads with their hands and duck for cover.
They make for slippery obstacles.
Your pictures keep getting better and better ..!
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