The view from the pit is much better than the unpublished post, "The view of the Pit." The pit was used for burying and burning household and clinic refuse. I enjoyed making a number of great fires in the pit. Inhaling plastic fumes, frantically trying to retrieve a lighter I had accidentally thrown in with the palm frond fuel, wondering if I had poured in too much petrol to get things started. It was hours of fun.
Off course, who could foroget that magical moment when I had the pit fully smoking and a young tourist couple wandered in to visit the clinic. From the clinic, it is far from obvious what the pit contains - although the smell is usually an indicator. Smell was clearly not the strong point of the woman who was chatting away or she might've been down wind - way down wind - but she when she asked "What are you cooking ?" everyone in hearing distance grinned or spurted out laughing and her boyfriend wryly said, " They're not cooking. Nope, they're not cooking."
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