Hotel Gaweye Niamey

... more than one husband then she will automatically want more and more husbands, and this is not good. ...okay then! Not sure how much I can put on this blog about MSF. However a little info about the project I will be working on. I will be based in the village of Guidan Roumji, about 12 hours from Niamey, the capital, and 45 minutes from the district capital of Maradi. MSF will be constructing four CSI (Centre de Securite International - kind of hospital) and one ...

... loaded van with a cracked windshield and 15 oth** passeng**s was going to Cotonou too and I could squeeze into it and hope it didn't bottom out and maybe get th**e before dark (having gotten ON the bus at 6 am and waited til 10am to leave, and then sat und** a tree all day, this 3 hour ride was starting to take a v**y long ...

... de la surface. En 1973, l'arbre fut renv**sé par un camionneur libyen, sans doute saoul. Le 8 novembre 1973, l'arbre mort fut transporté au musée national du *****, à Niamey et remplacé par une simple sculpture métallique représentant un arbre". Après nous être promenés à trav**s les marchés nous décidons d'all** visit** la Grande Mosquée... mais seulement quand nous aurons t**miné notre sieste! Il fait ...

... Psalm 23 about how the Lord is always with us...he is our sheph**d...even during difficulties. The world may often make it seem that Jesus isn't with us or he is unaware or unint**ested in our lives. Yet, the promise of Psalm 23 is that his love and goodness are in pursuit of us all the days of our lives. Even when life is tough. It was a great time of fellowship with broth**s and sist**s in *****. Many of these ...

... is much diff**ent than anything I've seen in Africa before. It was in the Sahel, so it is a des**t climate. Nothing but red sand for as long as you can see, and th**e is a continuous cloud of dust hov**ing around the city. The buildings and homes are made of cement or mudbricks, and gen**ally th**e are large open areas between buildings which s**ve as the streets. But the sand is so thick, it actually drifts in the street. One could ...

... me to the bus trip up h**e. I've written about it in emails to a few people, but it just occured to me that I hadn't written about it h**e. I actually quite enjoyed it, although I think we can attribute a lot of that to novelty factor. In the end it took something like 11 hours, but it really didn't feel that long. I've felt a lot more sick and tired of the bus on a 7 hour trip from Cotonou to Parakou than I did on this particular trip. I've only been as far as Kandi previously ...

... it's closest relative. The only tree to feature on a Michelin map and to which poets composed oeuvres. Consid**ed the last tree of the Sahara until through some incredible misfortune in 1975 a Libyan truck driv** wrote off his truck by colliding with it. Still in the museum it just looks like any oth** tree. Finally saw some bats like in Freetown and checked out the ***** Riv** for a bit of excitement. That night Thomas and I drank be** and fine-tuned a Swedish polar ...

... of foods. Did I mention that not Joe or I or eith** of our traveling companions, Susannah or Caleb spoke French? The pov**ty in ***** was something I had nev** seen before. The children who w**e begging w**e lit**ally starving and fought for the bread we gave them. I saw children sucking pineapple rinds and nibbling the ends of carrots people had thrown away. Because ***** is 2/3 des**t and becoming more so ev**yday, food yields are not good. On a light ...

... to dodge the camels and goat h**d**s. The ***** riv** runs right through town, during sunset the air fills with red dust. Fifteen hours by bus to Agadez, an ancient trading town on the edge of the Sahara, made almost entirely of mud. Had dinn** with a Tuareg family in their outdoor courtyard, while they watched a french documentary on Tuareg culture. The savage irony of it all. Caught the one and only trans-saharan bus, aft** fortifying myself ...

... we arrived on the outskirts of the little town, tons of kids of all ages bumrushed our little car to shout their m**its and their prices through our windows. We selected a small,cute boy, probably about 12 years old but not yet having hit his growth spurt. He wore raggedy clothes. He had a large rip in the seat of his pants that lat** revealed red and white striped shorts when he lay on his stomach and shimmied und** our car to pull something out of the wheel well. They made me ...