From N’Djamena to Koukou
By Felicia Lee
As for Gabe’s and my 45-minute-long ride to Koukou, I can’t even find the words to describe what the trip is like (it was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced), but I can say that today was my first time doing any kind of off-roading. Here are some of the sights along the way:
LOTS of trees: the further south we went, the less brown the trees were – at one point they actually became green, although their leaves were still sparse
camels, donkeys, goats, one herd of sheep
donkeys carrying firewood
animals being herded by children
two whole animal skeletons lying on the ground
part of a marriage ceremony taking place on the outskirts of Koukou: a group of people were holding up a bed and walking in a pack – I waved at them and some waved back
When we arrived at the UNHCR compound in Koukou, I noticed that I have the beginnings of a farmer’s tan. I am sure that this tan will deepen over the next 2 weeks, since we will be out and about in camp Goz Amer, and I cannot wear tank tops here.
Tomorrow morning, and every morning while we are here, we will be transported to the camp by our friends at Jesuit Refugee Service (JRS). One piece of good news is that there is no longer the need for a security convoy to escort us, which means that we will have much more freedom in planning our daily travel schedules.
Miscellaneous thought of the day: What myriad respiratory problems must the residents of Chad have? A couple days ago I began coughing here and there as result of inhaling all the dust that we’re constantly bathed in while outdoors. Even if Chadians aren’t as sensitive to the dust as I, a newcomer, am, the hazy air must contribute to Chad’s be