Photo Gallery #59- Goodbye Darda...
The
day after the Thanksgiving celebration, it was time to say
farewell
to Darda, and head up to N'Djamena. Swear-in was just around
the corner.
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The
trainees had three months worth of stuff to load up,
which was quite a project.
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All
I had was a backpack though, so I took advantage of a
few free hours to walk down the road and visit Mourangue
Jean and family, the people I stayed with for almost two
weeks shortly after arriving in Chad. I found his wife
at home, making a batch of bili-bili, a local
millet beer. |
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It's
not just every day that a white guy shows up to chat at
bar in Darda, so kids came running to see me. |
| Ay-yah!
Nasarra! |
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Rodrique,
Mourangue's youngest, who was less than a year old when
I last saw him. |
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too young for bili-bili, but limes are OK. |
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I
was offered a bowlful, but I turned it down- if you saw
how it was made, and the water source it came from, you
probably would too. |
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man himself, Mourangue Jean. He wasn't there when I arrived
at the house, and walked up to meet me a few hours later
at the Darda center. |
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In
a roar and cloud of dust, the fleet of Land Cruisers arrived,
and suddenly it was time to go- everything had to be loaded
in a hurry, as we had to make it to N'Djamena before dark. |
Ahmat
Daoud was there to lend a hand, fortunately.
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He
might've been doing Zach's job, actually.
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of the stuff had to fit in an emptied-out taxi-brousse,
chartered by Peace Corps for the occasion. |
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had to take out the seats and strap them to the roof though.
While everything was being loaded, Becky stopped for a
chat. |
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Suddenly
it was time to go... A quick group photo, and we were
off... |
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the way to N'Djamena. The road is still being worked on,
so we had to take the detour, and got stuck in Chadian traffic. |
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