With the animals fed and evening chores done, it was finally time for the people to eat. The man in the village killed a chicken (probably for our benefit), feathered, gutted, and cooked it. At nine o'clock we ate corn porridge, a little bit of chicken, and a few bites of vegetables of the leafy variety. It doesn't seem like much to Americans, but these people gave us their best, refusing to let us help. At about 11:30 we finally settled down for the night in a bed in the middle of their one room house.