Armed with our questionnaires we split into threes with an interpreter/guide and walked into the village for a Saturday morning of cold (chance would be a fine thing - it was hot and sweaty) calling. Only feeling slightly like a door to door salesperson or JW, we approached the first house and were invited in. On a reed mat sat a young guy smiling with a snotty grinning infant on his lap. His wife greeted us with 'salama' from behind a mosquito net. She had just given birth. We asked our questions and his animated replies were full of praise for Azafady's education programme, well building and forest protection. We left boosted, which was a good thing as the rest of the morning left us with a more mixed impression; The wells and English teaching were welcomed and appreciated but the forest protection was seen by many as something forced on them externally and a cause of difficulties. They wanted wood for building and repairs and couldn't get it. They also couldn't sell the wood from the forests to buy other things they needed. We had no answer to that, I'm not even sure if there is one.
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