the river. This can be found at Munduku, for a price, in quantities of
200L drums. Now the process of measuring out the quantity you would
like to buy is precisely done with used oil containers. We were lucky
this time as they had "large" measuring containers... a whole 5L!
Unfortunately, we were filling 20L drums of our own, but you can't just
siphon fuel into those because then it wouldn't be measured! :-S
The other great part of this adventure is watching them siphon the fuel,
not with another primer, or a finger pump, but with oral suction...
yummy! Can you imagine doing this twenty times just for one sale?
Breath mint anyone?
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This blog reminds me of an event about 1977--Your Uncle David had some cows from South Dakota brought into Hamilton County to graze the corn stalks (I was around to help move them from one field to another). The "Cowboy" that helped bring them down was in his pick-up when it ran out of gas. He whipped out his hose from behind the pick-up seat and "sucked" out some gas out of my vehicle's gas tank. He spit on the ground and said (with a comment or two--some unprintable!), "I always hate it when it gets in my mouth!" Aside from the obvious health risks--I thought, "Wow, he probably helps himself to gas most any place he goes." Probably not the "image" you want to be remembered for.
BTW, one cow was a little wild--raised her head and took off in a Southerly direction--we couldn't stop her and the last I heard they never got her back--maybe she ended up in Texas!
Just what you wanted on your blog--old stories about the "good ole days" in the Old West (USA).
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