The ride from the airport definitely made us realize we were not in the US. There are no traffic lights and people run across four lane highways, there are cows and goats walking along the road - everyone is carrying something on their head and there are as many people walking as there are cars on the road.
Macushula was a boutique type of hotel and it was the perfect place to get over jet lag.
We got our first taste of wildlife when dad went outside to test out the Nikon camera and came back with photos of the MONKEYS!
The Houston gang arrived around 8 pm and Grandpa Bob greeted them in his kikoy.
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