Karà

Lundi…

I woke up with the bells again in a pool of my own sweat; at least I am getting acclimated to the point that the sweat doesn’t really bother me. But it's still kind of gross to think about.

Colin and I found a monk who was willing to drive us in to Kara to by a soccer ball, some cheap soccer shoes, and a yoga mat (for me). We did, but also ended up getting ourselves a nice tour of Kara, which lasted a little longer than we wanted it to. We wanted to get back and kick the ball around a bit! As it turns out, it is relatively expensive for the monks to drive a van into Kara so they make a day out of it and try to get as much use out of the trip as possible. Some of the notable places that we saw during our nice little tour were the hospital, where I declined an invitation to watch a woman in labor, the SOS children’s orphanage (where I am at presently), the Palais du Congres de Kara, and the president of Togo’s house (looking down from the mountainside next to it).

We made it back in time for an hour or so of daylight and decided to play some cards with Mathieu and Erico before heading to mass, dinner, and finally our rooms where we read/wrote a little and finally went to bed.