This is how my colleagues greet me when they arrive at the office.
“No,” I said. “I don’t think I’m quite old enough to start shrinking.” I mean, so far I haven’t noticed any part of my body shrinking, but I am dedicated to my high-sugar diet, which is keeping me from malnutrition. It could also be the reason why Urbain piped up with a “Yeah. She does change a lot. One day I think she is skinny and another day I think she is fat. I think maybe it depends on her clothes.”
Don’t come to work for IAS Tchad if you don’t like people making comments about your appearance. In one day (wearing the same clothes, I might add), I’ve been told I look fatter and skinnier by two different people. I have been ganged-up on by my colleagues about not always wearing t-shirts. But when I do make the effort to wear work-appropriate clothing (i.e. not jeans and t-shirts that don’t look like t-shirts), they are appreciative.
|This is what I look like now. After I went to Sweden,|
I decided to start wearing the Viking horn-hats all the time.
I think I'm really pulling them off.
So anyway, this doesn’t have much to do with this post, except that it would have been way easier to climb Elephant Rock if my legs were longer, but as I’m shrinking and getting fatter, apparently, I did let our Chadian ex-army guy driver give me a hand on the way down.
|See the elephant?|
|We are great at taking selfies together.|
Anyway, enjoy some photos of our touristing, courtesy of la belle Rhyan, as I was low on funds due to an unfortunate banking card situation, which will probably never be resolved because life is not fair. So she paid for the car and I brought along protection in the form of Herve (to placate her colleagues who are sure she is going to be shot/stabbed/kidnapped at any moment as soon as she sets foot outside the protected halls of the Hilton).
|I know, I know--culturally-inappropriate clothing,|
but the sweater I was wearing (aka jumper bc I was with a Brit)
kept getting in my way, and I had to climb.
I also had to get rid of the shoes. Fortunately the weather was ok for barefoot rock climbing,
unlike the time I tried that in South Sudan.
|I took this photo from the top while Rhyan screamed at me--|
she was mad (angry) because she wore a skirt and climbing was difficult.
I told her that I was going to wear pants (trousers).
|A more experienced climber could probably have crawled up this|
(I saw a monkey climb up it), but it is distracting when people are yelling at you to come back.
|In the interest of full disclosure, moments before I climbed up here,|
I'd told Rhyan and Herve that I wouldn't, but then I HAD to.
|Herve really wanted to bring us to see this giant gravel pit.|
Note that Rhyan is LOVING it. But then we got kicked out for
"security" reasons. We do look suspicious, I guess.
|Plotting our next trip.|