Spending time in a remote village is like living in a fish bowl. We were the first Caucasian people to visit there in years and the very first for many of the villagers to see. Therefore, we were a novelty and our every move was watched by many eyes, lots of talk about us and curiosity and zero privacy and I really mean zero. It was a bit disconcerting but at the same time very endearing. The entire village gathered for each interaction or school meeting or home visit. Our “camp” was located in the water buffalo field ( yes you read correctly) next to the spring that provides water to the village and a bathing spot for the water buffalo. We even unintentionally shared a cooking pan with them I guess you don’t say no to something that big!