This was the last gas station we saw on the trip, literally |
We still had hours of driving ahead of us. The roads were very steep and dangerous in some areas.
And when we got closer to Covant it was more like trails instead of roads. Most of the people here don't own vehicles and as hard as it is to comprehend some had never rode in one. There were some villages we would drive through and the boys and men would hang onto the back so they could "ride".
Some kids coming out to watch us |
When we finally got to the place where our vehicles couldn't go any further the people from Covant was there to greet us. The people were singing and clapping and some of the women were crying. They were so excited that we had come to see them. Later on they told us that they feel like a forgotten people that the government doesn't even remember.
We were sore and tired from our long ride but there was still a long walk ahead of us. The people from Covant were amazing and carried all of our supplies down the mountain and over the ridge for us. The walk took some of us four hours and I personally fell twice.
There were a couple of people from our group that they had to get mules for.
This is Covant's town square, the church and school |
So we gathered our bags and cots and set up our living quarters. :)
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