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This
year again I choose an easy way out. Each day I'm going to solve the Wordle
of the day, using as starter a word beginning with the letter of
the day. I plan to post the A-Z post around noon every day of April. As the alternative badges, as supplied by Lissa suggest travel I'll prefer travel-related words as starter words, and if at all possible, I'll avoid words containing the same letter more than once.
I'll maybe add a few words about my chosen starter word if fancy takes me and I have time and energy for it, else I'll just post the solution - or not in the case that I did not solve it.
Today my starting word is Zones.
The average today is 5.3 guesses out of 6, or very challenging. I am below average again today.
Wordle 1.776 4/6
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Zones - When travelling you tend to forget that borders are more than the international ones we normally know and have to show our passport when crossing. Many countries have intern borders, partitioning the country into zones. And you have to have permission to leave or enter these zones, just the same as borders. We ran across this in Sudan. We were seven of us staying in a small village some hours' walk from Loa - which is situated between Juba and Nimule (This is a partia re-tell).
The people in the village had lots of fun putting us to all sorts of jobs we couldn't really manage, like cleaning grain, grinding sesame seeds, weaving baskets, making bricks, or washing clothes. Then, when we were messing around the women, laughing and teasing, pushed us away and, gesticulating and talking loudly, showed how to do it. Even though we did our best, the results were not good to put it mildly, and there was much laughter.
At 6 pm the sun set and it got dark in less than ten minutes. After eating everybody gathered in a big hut and shucked corn off the cobs while people sang, talked and laughed. There was alwaus laughter, and we were annoyed at not being able to understand anything.
One evening, while we were shucking corn, the police arrived. They said that white people were not allowed in the native zones after sunset, and drove us to a "town" nearby. There weren't many more houses than in the village, but they were square and two-storey, They dropped us off at a cheap hotel. We were told to report to the police the next morning. It seemed very deserted. There we had to sleep and stay for a few days before the transport could talke us back to Juba again. We probably should have just given them some money - aka. bribed them, but we weren't that clever.
