Everyone except the education volunteers are on their post visits now — we did ours a few weeks ago because we’re teaching this week — so things are quieter around here.
In compensation, there’s a cholera outbreak in and around Cotonou, which is freaking everyone out. I’m not terribly worried because I already wash my hands and boil my drinking water, which is about all you can do.
There’s also a major political scandal breaking here, ahead of the elections in February. I won’t say anything about it here but you can google it.
The trainee with whom I’m team-teaching got sick and left for Cotonou today. I’ll be doing a lot of teaching tomorrow and Friday.
Today we split into small groups and visited priests of various religions. I got Islam. The imams were boring us to death, so I asked them whether Islam or Christianity is more violent, which animated them for a while. One of them told me that he knows information about 9/11 that he isn’t at liberty to disclose. I wasn’t sure where to go with that.
The grandmother in my host family has taken to greeting me in Gun (a tribal language pronounced “Goon”) when I get home every day. I then respond in Nagot, the language spoken in Kemon. My family isn’t Nagot, so I’m pretty sure they think I’m just making stuff up. C’est la vie.
