 | Rosso, Mauritania |
... in the direction I thought was right. My crackerjack sense of direction served me well and I no sooner entered our house than the dust storm developed into a torrential downpour, lasting the rest of the evening. Ahhh. Life in Mauritania.
... the street, whereas some of the other trainees are going to have to take a bush taxi some distance out over the sand to rural Mauritania. I am really excited, as a number of the friends I made here will be training in Rosso as well, I already have a ...
... weeks until we ship out to our permanent sites! I can remember how big of a shock it was walking around Rosso when I first arrived, dealing with the menacing goats, precarious donkey cart drivers, and all around culture shock. Now, though, I ...
