Saturday, 20 September 2014

Day 22- First intermediate sampling and safari trees.

On truck going to Juapong (credits: Nicole Pelusio).

In the morning we made the 1st intermediate sampling. It consists in weighting and counting some fish from each cage due to gain the average of growth. After 24 hours of fasting, the small platform was pulled until the cages.
Sampling team (from left to right): Cherles, Samuel, Confidence, Jemimah, Felix (credits: Nicole Pelusio).

Cherles and Samuel brushing gently the net from bio-fooling (credits: Nicole Pelusio).

 On each cage our sampling team:
-fished randomly some subjects from the cage;
-pick up the fish from bucket and count them in a basket with water (bowl);
-weight the basket with the fish;
-rest the fish in a covered bowl, waiting the end of sampling in their cage.
Felix and Thomas counting fish samples and resting bowl (credits: Nicole Pelusio).

After finishing the sampling I had some off hours: what a great chance to go for shopping in the market! For coming to Juapong market, I waited for a lift along the way from the driver Mr Ibrahim, who was on duty of transporting a download of fish to another city for selling.
The truck in uploading fish (credits: Nicole Pelusio).

While we were passing by the dirt red sand road, Ibrahim pointed and explained me every kind of plant and tree like baobabs, cocoa-trees, banana-trees, rubber-trees, lady fingers, tobacco, palm trees, coconut palms, avocados, mangos, papayas: a safari tree!
Ibrahim  driving the truck (credits: Nicole Pelusio).

Cocoa trees with fruits (credits: Nicole Pelusio).
The forest on the road (credits: Nicole Pelusio).

Enjoing safari trees on truck (credits: Nicole Pelusio).

Once arrived in the right village for shopping, Mr Ibrahim left me on the way near the market place for going on with his trip. Finally I walk among the few opened stalls in the silent market (since the main days of week are Wednesday and Saturday). After Buying some new fresh food and other needs, it was time to go back home.
As I arrived to the dirt san road, the only public transport available is the motor-bike: the driver was very good in avoiding holes and stones on the way crossed by goats, farmers coming back home and kids jumping and calling me “Owbrowny” or “Yewu” (“white person”) from the houses in the  small villages.

Fortunately I arrived safe at home before the rain started.
The dirt sand road for coming back home (credits: Nicole Pelusio).