Okay to all of our attentive audience out there this blog posting is long overdue...and because of that we are truly sorry...moving into a house and starting new jobs in a 3rd world country can be a bit hetic...or really overwhelming...or crazy...or unbelieveable ...or insane...despite all of this we are survivors.
Our new village, Kalibombo, we have decided should be on the cover of National Geographic. This place is amazing. And I am also sorry to say that I did not bring the camera with me today so I am unable to post pictures of this great place.
We eat breakfast, lunch and dinner with the Chief of the Village and his family every night. We eat the same thing for every almost every meal, I think we are on day 5 of the same thing....Toa and okra sauce. Toa is a millet grain that they cook up, it's consistancy is similar to mashed potatoes, but a little more firm. They place the okra sauce in the middle of the Toa where they have so nicely created a little hole for it. The okra sauce we have deemed as the snot sauce, it is a bit slimely and green. But both Toa and okra sauce are stomachable. Some meals may also be accompied by a porriage called Puno. It is a millet porriage, it is made of sugar, millet balls and water. Are you seeing a pattern? Millet is plentiful here, and Malians eat alot of it, especially in Dogon Country, which is where we live. Supposedly the Toa in Dogon Country is the best in the country, we will support that statistic.
with that, it is time for us to get back to village for the Toa. We have a 3 mile bike ride back and the sun is soon to set.
Until next time...
Yamba and Ambobu(our Malian names)
All our stuff loaded on the SUV ready to transport it to our village
A camel eating on the side of the road as we biked by to our village
A mosque in a neighboring village to ours
Ashley sweeping the house
Another cool mosque
Traveling to a remote village below the Cliffs of Bandiagara
A lizard on the screen of our door
Kids hauling water to our house from the pumb which is a 1 km walk in each direction
Some kids who have gathered wood to take back to their house to be used for cooking fuel
Some young girls in our village looking into our house (nothing much exciting is happening inside)
