After we left the hustle of Marangu Mtoni, the nearest town, we began to get around the villages, sometimes on foot, along winding trails through the forest where family plots of land seem to be hidden in the lush foliage. We pass by schools and small homes, some made of stone, some of sticks, hearing cows lowing and chickens clucking. We go down a gorge, over a river, and around massive boulders, everywhere surrounded by the beauty of flowers and an endless variety of greenery.
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Education is Liberation
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