Wednesday, June 2, 2010
We returned to the van, and our driver Didas, who had waited patiently, headed down the rutted road and out of the park. Too soon it was time to say good-bye to John. As a parting remembrance, we gave him a generous tip for escorting us—and for sharing the culture of his people.
I’d really like to know how his life turns out in five or ten years, but my wishes for him almost certainly don’t match his own.
Photos by Beverly and Larry Burmeier