An incomplete and on going list of the things I will miss about Niger, and those that I wont.
- My Nigerien family, Binta and Ousmane and my three little brothers Samedi, Harlit, and Maman Ser
- My best little buddies in my village, Awoli, Basilou, and Oonounou (Hamadou Tdjani)
- Walking through the bush.
- Aspects of rainy season (the sky is blue instead of a sun glared white, green everywhere, millet and sorghum fields, semi-cool temps, the storms, sleeping outside when it rains)
- My dog.
- Zinder (city and team).
- The simplicity of life in a rural village.
- Pulling water.
- Sleeping under the stars.
- Living outside.
- Open-back bush taxi rides through the bush.
- The feeling of "this is Africa!"....the good version.
- Eating with and napping at Binta's.
- Holding babies everyday.
Those I Won't...
- The RED TAPE
- 14-27 hour bus rides across country.
- Reaking of gasoline everytime I take a bush taxi into or out of Zinder.
- Sitting on gas tanks in said bush taxis.
- Aspects of rainy season (mosquitos, termite infestations, mice, roof cave-ins, illness, humidity, cross country bus rides are at best 2 hours longer)
- Being told I don't hear Hausa or that I still can't do things the "right way"...even two years later.
- The feeling of "This is Africa"....the bad version.
- The wahala of trying to get anything accomplished.
- Having no control over when and or how long it will take to get somewhere.
- What appears to be a lack of elementary logic/common sense.
- The feeling of being baked in an oven, and it's only 10 a.m.