Saturday morning sees the volunteers visiting the local villages to witness the competition's footballers undertaking their "clean up" programmes in their respective villages. It's part of the agreement under the rules of the competition. As you might imagine, some teams are taking it more seriously than others.
We also take a drive around a nearby tea plantation in the surrounding foothills. A lot of people undertaking the backbreaking work live on site. They get their food and accommodation provided for them and the princely sum of "peanuts" on top of that. I think nearly all of them couldn't spell "final salary pension".
Arrive back in time for the funeral service of C's uncle in the neighbourhood church. The service is very vocal with the visit of two other church choirs. After the service, we follow the sirened hearse the short walk to his family compound, where he is buried. The sombre mood is partially lifted by what must be described as an only partly musical brass band.
Their efforts are interrupted by the sporadic and loud sound of gunfire VERY nearby. It transpires that the deceased was a big hunter and the guys around the side of the house are related to his contemporaries, and are giving him their own send-off. Before I know it, the locally made shotgun is in my hands, and I blast off a shell in respect. We stay for a bit before wandering up to the local bar for drinks and then home.
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