In order to break up the endless sitting, napping, staring, resting, hungry, thirsty, tired hours or Ramadan, Mac and I decided to go on a muraling tournament. We started in Doundodji, where my elementary school director requested a big map of Africa on one of the buildings. I was most excited about painting the latest-and-greatest South Sudan.
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Doundodji pre-mural |
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Mac, ready for both mural painting and hunting season. |
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There were a lot of letters involved. |
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Look, we did it! |
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nephews/audience Abdou, Cheikh, and Mor, up to no good. |
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In our downtime, I documented the termite damage on my bed so I can send in the insurance claim. |
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After 2 days in Doundodji, we hopped on our bikes to go to Linguere, then on a bush taxi to go to Mac's village, Xol Xol.
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Mac documented this lovely bag on the bush taxi to Xol Xol: "Yogurting endlessdreams" I have no idea, and neither does the person who owns it. |
We decided to paint a sort of Senegal version of Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy - a "you are here" mural.
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Xol Xol pre-mural |
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Paint-fume induced delirium |
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Still cheerful, I don't know how she does it. |
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You are in Senegal, and Senegal is in Africa, and we're done! |
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Delicious yassa, special because: 1, it's Ramadan and Mac's family fed us lunch anyway, and 2. There were no Senegalese people around, so we lefties got to eat with our left hands. |
Other notable events during my 2 days in Xol Xol included: 4 babies born, 2 baptisms, and twice being pooped on by birds. Village life was all in order.
I made it back to Linguere this morning in a chock-full bush car, which is quite a site to see: a little beat-up pickup truck with 7 adults (including me) and 2 kids in the cab, 10 in the bed, and 5 or 6 more on top of the cab/roll-cage over the bed, along with baggage and a few sheep and goats. This afternoon we're being graced by over 4 hours of full-blast loudspeaker mosque chanting/singing/noise, and asking dear Allah to make it stop. I'll be back in Doundodji tomorrow for the last week of Ramadan before the end-of-fasting celebration, Korite.
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