Archive for November, 2004

Week 1

Posted by clare on November 29th, 2004

My new home is a smattering of thatched-roof huts surrounded by yellow fields, boys herding cows, and scattered trees, the only green during the dry season. The women start the day pounding millet, then they cook, then they draw water from the one village well, which they then carry back to their family compound in […]

tambaCOUNda! (like the song? get it?)

Posted by clare on November 20th, 2004

Thursday I arrived safe and sound in Tambacounda, my exciting urban center for the next two years, after an eight-hour sept-place ride across central Senegal, which if I squinted often looked a heck of a lot like Texas or somewhere off in the American West. We had heard that the road between Kaolack and Tamba […]

this is what four hours of internet'll get you

Posted by clare on November 15th, 2004

Success! My camera is now empty and my gallery fuller than ever. That’ll change before the night’s out, but I uploaded over 100 today, so I’m going to allow myself a bit of satisfaction. There are new photos in the misc album, the homestay album, and I added two brand-spankin-new albums, one for Halloween and […]

gallery update (woot)

Posted by clare on November 13th, 2004

There’s new stuff in the PST misc album and the homestay album, plus I finally got the haircut pictures up.

the beginning approaches

Posted by clare on November 13th, 2004

I think “fall” has finally arrived in Thies. It’s now only unbearably hot while walking in the sun at midday, and the mornings, evenings, and afternoons are actually pleasant, especially when there’s a good strong breeze. Mornings are actually, dare I say it, a bit brisk—that good ol’ bucket bath is cold rather than refreshing. […]

short hair is the Best Thing Ever

Posted by clare on November 3rd, 2004

A teaser, until I find time to upload more photos, like I did this afternoon as therapy to recover from the election results:

(anything but)

Posted by clare on November 3rd, 2004

I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm Oh, I’ll keep takin’ punches until their will grows tired Oh, I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind Hey, I won’t change direction, and I won’t change my mind How much difference does it make… how much difference… I’ll swallow […]