We drove on for about 2.5 hours when we arrived at the river. We were to board a boat to cross to the other side. The boat was probably only big enough to fit 3-4 vehicles and some passengers, and is often the case the boatsman refused to budge until he was filled to capacity. I thought no harm spending 10-15 minutes here to soak in the lively scene unfolding all around me, not knowing I would eventually have to wait nearly two hours to board the boat! Young boys jumped off the boat and played in the water, herders were bringing their zebu to unload produce and an old man was trying to teach his young grandson how to walk. Food stalls were brimming with activity with all kinds of local snacks being devoured as quickly as they were being fried. Women were scrubbing clothes downstream and shouting at their kids for not cooperating (nothing new there!). Grown men and young boys rolled large barrels of water along the bank and filled jerry cans to be used for cooking or cleaning, although the water appeared quite filthy. I sat on the edge of the bench and was letting my mind drift off only to be starkly awoken by a stream of naked young boys passing by, with some being carried. Unis told me that there had just been a circumcision ritual nearby. I was literally speechless as I certainly wasn’t expecting to see this and the smell of raw meat from the food stands was starting to get to me! We were finally ushered on to the boat and Unis expertly manoeuvred the jeep into the narrow space. Two other jeeps also loaded along with some foot passengers and we made our way down the river.This blog is part of an Off-The-Beaten-Track Travel Diary. Click on the links below to navigate through this journey.