Kasibi The trip to Kasibi was an adventure. Kasibi is a small village with a church-- nothing else: a few huts visible from the road and a church where Leonard serves as an elder, so we call it "Leonard's church".  Kasibi is located deep in the bush, which means "back woods" or "in the sticks" to us.  It was about a 30 minute ride in a 4-wheel drive going very slowly over dusty, rugged terrain. The church building was concrete with tin roof, like almost all buildings here.  (Wood is not used because of the termites.) The church is about the size of our kitchen and dining room.  The women sit on one side and the men on the another. We sat on rugged benches with no backs.  There was prayer, praise, singing, communion, collection, and a sermon that was translated into Tongan....three hours worth. Hard bench got harder! The students knew they were going to be  invited to sing so they were well prepared.  They had been practicing for weeks. It was a proud  moment for their choir director and was well received.   After the service we walked down the dirt road to Leonard's house and ate fried chicken, mashed potatoes & gravy, roll, fruit, and snicker-doodle...not what I expected.  I drank a Sprite...probably the best Sprite ever...in glass bottle. Cold. After lunch the local village band played songs using their homemade instruments. The villagers danced in a circle around the band and so did we...however my hips have never moved like the village people -- don't think they can! Frankly I was scared to try...thought I might throw my back out or dislocate a hip joint.  The dancers typically tie a chiatange around their lower waist for dancing -- it accentuates the hip movement. I think it was strange to go from structured worship and praise to the sexual gyrations after church. All of us white folks were too stiff and had little beat. One woman danced as she nursed her baby!  We took lots of pictures.  I was particularly glad to get a picture of Leonard and his 100- year old Dad.  (He has been 100 for several years now.  No one really knows how old he is, so they all say he is 100.) The Kazibi field trip was one of the highlights of our visit here at Namwianga.