|Market photo that did not get me arrested.|
We arrived 2 hours late to our office where the immigration guy, who came in on a Sunday to help us out, had been waiting for us. You know how people give Africans a hard time about punctuality? I’m just going to admit that in my experience, it all evens out to where I’m late as often as they are, but occasionally at inconvenient times for the other person, we may show up on time. The immigration guy showed up on time, and likely he regretted it, like that one time I showed up punctually for church (never happened again).
We left N’djamena around 5pm with a 4.5 hour drive ahead of us, mostly in the dark. I didn’t realize that Djibrine is an anti-speeder who kept to 60kmph (less than 40mph), a ridiculously slow speed that forced me to pass him and then call him multiple times, asking him to speed up because I realized that I shouldn’t leave him in the car with my boss, who he can’t communicate with, while I’m way up ahead, in case anything happens. Something did happen: I exploded a pigeon. It was not on purpose. And I honked at the dumb thing, which was sitting in the road like an idiot. It then proceeded to fly up into the windshield with a juicy thump.
|I picked up my frog prince and threw him out the door.|
What was I thinking?!
|The only outlet in the room was up high.|
I needed to charge my battery.
So I plugged it in and tied it up there with my bikini top.
As they say, "Necessity is the mother of invention."
|Marching up to the police with my permits.|
Do not mess with me when I have paperwork.
While we were fixing the tire, Djibrine told me that I could let the guys film in the market—after all I had all the permits. Nathan was quickly grabbed up by bored police who did not appreciate my self-righteous defense of his cameras. Djibrine had to go off and sort that out. We finally arrived in Koudalwa around 2pm with 40k to go to get to the village. We piled into one car for the trip in, which our faithful guide Ramadan assured us to be dry enough to get through. It was dry enough, but it also went through a forest. And eventually there were too many trees for us to pass through. A motorcycle would have made it and Ramadan has a motorcycle. But we called it around 4pm. Mark said, “This is the first time in the history of Neverthirst that we have not made it to a village.” So-Infamy achieved. Thanks a lot, Chad.
|I sat on the floor in the back of the car as penance for all|
my bad ideas on this trip.
|I also made peanut-butter stuffed brownies|
to try to encourage everyone.
They were well received.
Even "I'll Just Have a Power Bar" Mark liked them.
|This might have been when we called it. |
Hard to know the exact moment.
Djibrine sitting in the dirt, does help you get
a sense of the level of Discouragement.
|Mark took this photo of me taking a goat selfie.|
|Filming mommies is fun because I can hold their babies while I'm translating.|
|You can't tell, but I was super happy to be riding and not driving.|
I was pretty bruised up after this though, thanks to Hervé's driving.
|Hervé and Djibrine chilling while we do the interviews.|
If one of them would just learn English already, I wouldn't have to be the only translator!
|Absa liked pulling my hair. I loved Absa for being the best little 360 video actress ever.|
|Here is one of her actually smiling.|
Too late to delete the other one now.
|Absa's father and brother busting out the bow and arrows.|
|We were allowed into the cattle market with strict instructions not to photograph anyone.|
Naturally, I took quite a few photos. You can't tell ME what to do.
|Cattle Market day made Dourbali super cool. |
The guys thought it was like the Old West, with everyone riding in on their horses.
Probably this day redeemed the whole trip for everyone and saved my job.
Good thing this was the last day of filming.
|See the very different quality of this photo (and the following one)?|
I didn't take them. But maybe you already noticed since I'm actually in the photo.
|Supervising the filming.|
(This filter really shows off the dirt on my skirt. Thanks a lot, Kyle.)
|Rhyan is the best. The Hilton is a little Oasis in the middle of N'djamena.|
It's not real life, of course, but it was a nice recovery time for the guys.