One Thursday morning during Village Living, one of my
roommates and I decided that we needed to get out of the village for a few
hours. We asked our wasmama (host mother), Patrisia,
if we could go to market with her later that day; she was pleased as punch that
we wanted to go again (we had gone the previous week), so we quickly ate our
lunch and gathered up what we needed for our trek through the jungle down to
the Mediba market.
The four of us (waspapa (host father) went, too, to help carry the produce to sell) headed down the bus rot (bush road or trail), which
wasmama was pleased to inform us was much shorter than taking the main road, as
we had done the week before.