Seventh day

When we woke up, we all had a mix of sensations in the body,
because we knew that it was going to be our last day with the Luos and
that the next day we would return to the capital to take a flight and go home.
This was going to be the last day of our adventure. 

We had breakfast with the Luo, while the oldest people of the tribe told us stories
that our guide was translating to us.
When they were young it was a tradition to remove six of the lower teeth to indicate
that children became men.
Fortunately that habit disappeared a lot of years ago.

The morning passed quickly as we listened to the stories and learned more about them, until,
in the afternoon, after eating, we were invited to go fishing with them.

It was a pretty fun and interesting experience and in the end, with a lot of effort,
we were able to catch one fish each.

At nightfall, we ate kuon, which is a kind of white pasta made of cornmeal and accompanied by fish.
It was very good.
The night passed quietly and we went to bed early,
because the next day we would begin our journey back.