Them Bones

I promised my conspiracy theory, so here it is.


The hill that I walk up and across every day has a well worn path very little foliage and fossils of some sort.




There are patterns in the rock that aren't just globs of stone, they have shape and form. I seriously doubt that they are a dinosaur, but that would be wicked awesome. I don't know who I would contact, if anyone would care, or if they are anything at all. My paleontology skills are a bit underdeveloped.



I know that this will probably never amount to anything but, meh it has been on my mind for a little while.

Best Of You

It has been a while since I have taken the time to write. Life continues on the nice slow pace that it always does here, with the exception that it is starting to really heat up. When I get up in the morning it is about 100 degrees now and life around here adapts. The primary schools have switched to a later schedule so that there are not little kids walking to school in the hottest portion of the day.

I have really grown accustomed to our lives here and do relish in our routine. I think that the walk to the market is one my favorite parts of the day. I get to see a good cross section of Kaedi life in a short walk past the schools, up the government centers hill* and to the market. There are animals going about their constant search for something to eat paper, plastic, or plant life, students on their way to or from school, I am always greeted with a rushed "How are you, fine?", and the vendors I know in the market are always glad to see me and don't usually rip me off any more. The market itself is chaos, cars, donkey carts, and people share the narrow road with vendors that are hocking their wares to anyone that they can stop. The things that are sold are so random there are vegetables grown by local farmers, imported fish from refrigerated trucks, goods that would rival an American dollar store, and the best knock off designer labels that Kaedi has to offer.

There are rumors that the school year is going to be cut even shorter. I know that this is a students dream. 3.5 months of school and the rest of the time is free. This, however, saddens me. My last trimester is only 5 weeks long with 2 hours a week, that is no time at all. I will soon be going to a Mauritanian English Teachers Association meeting to see what they are all about and possibly see if I can make a branch here in town.

Kristy is in Nouakchott right now finishing up a proposal to try and receive funding to repair a well and the latrines for one of the schools she works at. The kids have to pee on the side of the school right now if they have to go in the middle of the day. We are going to bother you, our friends and loved ones to donate when the time comes, a little goes a long way, seriously a dollar or two makes a difference.

*I think that there are fossils in it - look for a special blog soon outlining my conspiracy theory