At the end of rainy season, weeds are everywhere. Some are only four or five feet high, and some are up to twelve or even fifteen feet in height. They do not mow along roads here, so if you go around a curve you cannot see what lies around the bend. One night before we had a dirt bike for Pastor Sammy, I was coming home after dropping him off. As I turned a corner, I hugged the inside curve so no vehicle without lights (a common occurrence) would run into me head on. A large dog ran out immediately in front of my bike from the high weeds to my right, and there was no time for me to even apply my brakes. . . .