It wasn’t prominent. It was usually children asking for simple items, rarely for money. It was hard, but one could certainly understand the reasoning.

However, it was much harder in the Serengeti. People would come up asking for water. Water. That was heart-wrenching. I just wanted to give them my bottle. All of our bottles.

Continued begging was the reason we had to just drive by, but it certainly made me aware of the importance of water. Clean water. Something we take forgranted. Waste. Something we turn on a faucet for. Not walk miles to carry a five-gallon bucket home on your head.

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