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October 6th, 2008 on 1:46 pm
Did you pass by this group in a car or bike? Where were you going? The grass looks so lush from the rains.
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October 6th, 2008 on 3:41 pm
This is with the Pactec team, deep offroad in the vicinity of Mbour scouting a location to place a tower and supply internet to a small agricultural school. I was standing in the back of a truck.
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