Road Warrior

45 miles and one sore butt later I am back in the grand city of Kankan. My trusty Peace Corps issue moutain bike and I finally made the 35 km trip out to Koumban to visit David for the weekend. Though I thought I would never make it. Despite the rolling hills and not-so rolling hills I rolled into Koumban only to be swarmed by all the village children...who directed me towards Chez David. There was no time for rest in Koumban, I took a quick 'shower' and was then whisked off to a meeting for all the women in the village... in malinke with a translator. 3 hours well spent I'd say. I spent most of the meeting shoo-ing away the children who were interrupting the meeting, and was then asked by the women of the village to go to the gold mines. No time for that of course. The rest of the weekend was spent making slingshots, eating mac and cheese (thanks david), listening to the video club next door and spending some good old fashioned time in the mud hut with David just chatting about life. I've also befriend his cat who slept with me every night and made David jealous. But alas back to life in the big city.

I made it home in good time yesterday but I am exhausted. No rest for the weary, its back to the grind. The mangos are falling off the trees like rain drops and I just can't get enough, It's about time! The mail run should be making its way through here in a few days...heres to hoping I got lots of goodies. My stash is running low! I just wanted to update you all quickly because I have to get back to work and the next two days I will be in a conference. But let's hope in the mean time I don't overload on mangos... but is that even possible?