I usually wake up between 6 and 7 and make myself a lovely cup of instant Nescafe (PLEASE SEND COFFEE J) and sit on my porch. It is the cold season right now, so I actually have to wear a sweatshirt in the morning…it is lovely. It is quite amusing as most Cameroonians walk around in down jackets, complaining about how cold it is…part of every greeting is “How is the cold?” I can’t tell if it is actually cold or I have just turned slightly Cameroonian and am a huge baby. I do think about you Wisconsinites with snow and such and laugh a little. By midday the sun is shining brightly and it gets to about 85 I would guess. It is very, very dry and the wind is quite strong, so my lips are chapped constantly and I have a horrid cold. The dust is also EXTREME. The last two mornings I have woken up and there is an eerie fog in the air—so much so that I can hardly see the surrounding mountains. During the nights, the wind picks up all the dust and sand and it fills the air--Pretty remarkable. However, I would take this weather over the 140-degree weather that will be coming in March.
|The Meal I cooked, basically by myself :)|
|Yasi and his little brother Abdou. Before, he wouldn't even look at me and now he follows me around and actually sat in my lap the other day, while I sat in a field talking on the phone for an hour. I am quite fond of him.|
|Got to love little boy butt cracks|