somewhere on the hill

As Shawn turned up the hill I knew this was the street that we cruised down a week ago in the pouring rain. I know now its called bezuidenhout street somewhere in Obz. With an open field on the hill top I got out stunned by the scene of these priests performing a ritual as the sun set from behind them. Our noses were hit by the putrid smell of decaying animal bones as the one side of the hill top embankment was littered with bones of what seemed to be goat remains. I shot a few frames as the priests continued to perform their ritual.