<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007</id><updated>2011-10-02T06:01:22.332-07:00</updated><category term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Sxfbihm_YGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wD9dznO9-6s/s1600-h/IMG_3745.JPG'/><title type='text'>The Niamey Times</title><subtitle type='html'>Hilary and Chris documenting their year abroad in Niamey, Niger.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-8552884763838657221</id><published>2010-03-18T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T10:28:49.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday's Camel</title><content type='html'>Rounding the last corner walking toward our house, Chris saw a man leading a camel.  The man stopped and asked/insisted that Chris go on a ride.  He demurred, but the man had the camel lower itself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, who can pass up a camel ride?  First, though, Chris called Hilary, knowing that she was home, and asked if she wanted to step outside and see a camel.  It is moments like these, more frequent than one might guess, that make traveling so rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6JgtnWex8I/AAAAAAAAASw/ss6XRdchwR4/s1600-h/Picture+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6JgtnWex8I/AAAAAAAAASw/ss6XRdchwR4/s400/Picture+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450024835845375938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors gathered, Hilary took the reigns, the camel munched on trees and made sounds like one hears Star Wars animals make, and all was well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6JciE8ElPI/AAAAAAAAASg/qlTGec8QM2Y/s1600-h/Picture+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6JciE8ElPI/AAAAAAAAASg/qlTGec8QM2Y/s400/Picture+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450020239582729458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6JgtFEc4bI/AAAAAAAAASo/kDC66440OAM/s1600-h/Picture+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6JgtFEc4bI/AAAAAAAAASo/kDC66440OAM/s400/Picture+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450024826642948530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Chris had ridden up and down the block, we convinced our guard to take a turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6JguCsSYaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CgB5HbdcMNE/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6JguCsSYaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/CgB5HbdcMNE/s400/Picture+034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450024843184595362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Hilary had the kind of idea that Fulbright Scholars have: we will take a camel ride &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;through the city&lt;/span&gt;, including passing through a large market and crossing the Niger River.  We will, of course, post the experience in the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-8552884763838657221?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8552884763838657221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterdays-camel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/8552884763838657221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/8552884763838657221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/yesterdays-camel.html' title='Yesterday&apos;s Camel'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6JgtnWex8I/AAAAAAAAASw/ss6XRdchwR4/s72-c/Picture+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-4499930581384334273</id><published>2010-03-09T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:35:05.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Life: Rainbow Brooms, Beautiful Asses, and Calabashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6Jn2_Oz2jI/AAAAAAAAATA/l0mdeOJOSg0/s1600-h/2010_January_iii+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6Jn2_Oz2jI/AAAAAAAAATA/l0mdeOJOSg0/s400/2010_January_iii+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450032693455870514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At any time of the day, but especially mornings, you can see women sweeping away trash and leaves from their compounds or stalls where goods are sold.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The brooms are comprised of long strands of what seem to be a hearty grass, and are sometimes variously colored.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You’d better have a strong back if you plan on sweeping here!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Even in the city animals used for labor are extremely common, including camels and donkeys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The donkeys, when healthy, are actually quite beautiful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, too often their drivers are heavy-handed, whacking the donkeys with large sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6JujJaopdI/AAAAAAAAATg/fZOpnkasUWA/s1600-h/2010_January_iii+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6JujJaopdI/AAAAAAAAATg/fZOpnkasUWA/s400/2010_January_iii+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450040049173833170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Calabashes are hollowed out gourds, and they are used for a variety of different things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some are used to store water, some for spoons, basically anything that one would need a big bowl-type thing for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The gourds are hollowed out and then decorated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  Below are pictures of their creation and use (note the millet beer in the final photo; yum!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6Jn3ykk_dI/AAAAAAAAATY/uaYpkgYGTPA/s1600-h/2010_January_iii+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6Jn3ykk_dI/AAAAAAAAATY/uaYpkgYGTPA/s400/2010_January_iii+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450032707237379538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6Jn3kPdqWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/OEdniFCbzfM/s1600-h/2010_January_iii+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6Jn3kPdqWI/AAAAAAAAATQ/OEdniFCbzfM/s400/2010_January_iii+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450032703390722402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6Jn3K2q2MI/AAAAAAAAATI/CNQmtM3oRRc/s1600-h/Benin+114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6Jn3K2q2MI/AAAAAAAAATI/CNQmtM3oRRc/s400/Benin+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450032696575842498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-4499930581384334273?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4499930581384334273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/everyday-life-rainbow-brooms-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/4499930581384334273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/4499930581384334273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/03/everyday-life-rainbow-brooms-beautiful.html' title='Everyday Life: Rainbow Brooms, Beautiful Asses, and Calabashes'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S6Jn2_Oz2jI/AAAAAAAAATA/l0mdeOJOSg0/s72-c/2010_January_iii+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-3809652805667884344</id><published>2010-02-19T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:40:46.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coup d'etat!</title><content type='html'>Hilary woke up Thursday morning not feeling well, so decided to cancel her surveys for the day, stay home, and rest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A bit before 1pm, a friend called us from the embassy and told us there were shots being fired near the presidential palace, and that we should stay home, turn on the radio, and wait for further news.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We locked our gate, sat on the porch, and listened to gun shots and explosions in the distance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This went on for about an hour total, very intermittently.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In between filling water bottles, searching for news on the radio, checking international news sites, we got text messages from friends all over the city telling us to stay home, that everyone was safe, and that something political was going down.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News trickled in, mostly from the internet and international sources, that the president had been taken by mid-level military officers, and the government had been overthrown.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The national radio started playing military marching music (only military music), and that was the signal that the military had succeeded, and there had been a coup d’etat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here are a few links of news stories so you can get more information:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/20/world/africa/20niger.html"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/8525665.stm"&gt;BBC&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/02/19/AR2010021904049.html"&gt;Washington Post&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From our perspective, things were relatively mundane.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We cooked some food, checked lots of internet mail, called Nigerien and American friends for information, watched “Best of Show,” called our parents back home, talked to neighbors, and laid low.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last night was quiet on the streets, but this morning things seemed to be getting back to normal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Schools and shops are open today; we ventured out to our neighborhood bakery for some croissants and pain au chocolate, but for the most part are continuing to stay near the house and keep a low profile.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is still unclear who is the acting president at this time, so it is best to just stay inside for a bit while things are worked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really interesting to be here right now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is the first time we have experienced something like this, something that you read about a lot, but never had the chance to witness firsthand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is interesting to see how daily life happens in the midst of uncertainty, and how people who already have a rough time just make do with whatever situation they confront.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-3809652805667884344?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3809652805667884344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/coup-detat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/3809652805667884344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/3809652805667884344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/coup-detat.html' title='Coup d&apos;etat!'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-7046922705108153694</id><published>2010-02-17T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:57:35.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trash and Beard-less Chris</title><content type='html'>This is a typical site in the city.  Americans can easily take for granted trash removal systems.  When there are too few trash trucks and trashcans, when there are not sufficient funds to enact reform, and when (for whatever reason) there is not an aesthetic to maintain clean public space, places can look like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-VpGQ5LwI/AAAAAAAAASY/q1RqdfEdF1c/s1600-h/2010_February_2+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-VpGQ5LwI/AAAAAAAAASY/q1RqdfEdF1c/s400/2010_February_2+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440231408175492866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This neighborhood is on the northern periphery of the city.  Note the wide road and the open space ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-VoRPAC7I/AAAAAAAAASI/VyWqTLln9bA/s1600-h/2010_February_2+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-VoRPAC7I/AAAAAAAAASI/VyWqTLln9bA/s400/2010_February_2+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440231393940474802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris removed his beard, which he had grown three years before to give the impression of increased age to his rambunctious teenage students.  That was three years ago… he hasn’t gotten any younger… is the beard any longer necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-VovHAmfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/16YT_6eLqZc/s1600-h/2010_February_2+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-VovHAmfI/AAAAAAAAASQ/16YT_6eLqZc/s400/2010_February_2+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440231401960020466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-7046922705108153694?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7046922705108153694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/trash-and-beard-less-chris.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/7046922705108153694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/7046922705108153694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/trash-and-beard-less-chris.html' title='Trash and Beard-less Chris'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-VpGQ5LwI/AAAAAAAAASY/q1RqdfEdF1c/s72-c/2010_February_2+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-4951404763355643333</id><published>2010-02-16T22:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T23:30:52.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily life</title><content type='html'>For several months Hilary has, with the strongest of resolve, conducted neighborhood surveys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Despite melting heat, long days, and any number of random circumstances, she is nearing the completion of this aspect of her research!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here are some images from her most recent surveys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured are Hilary’s two research assistants and their “guide” for the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The guide is a person usually recommended by the “chief” of the neighborhood; he will be recognized by anyone in the neighborhood, thus giving credibility to Hilary and her assistants as they ask their questions.  The bowls hanging from the ceiling are called calabashes, and come from gourds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are used to hold grains, rice, water, wine, beer, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of them have geometric designs burned onto the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-OJe1i07I/AAAAAAAAARg/2KpS0FkbKTY/s1600-h/2010_February_2+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-OJe1i07I/AAAAAAAAARg/2KpS0FkbKTY/s400/2010_February_2+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440223168434459570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This well appeared to be about fifty feet deep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was nerve-wracking to watch people stand inches from the opening, pulling up heavy buckets of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-OJzI2EOI/AAAAAAAAARo/YoH7vyezc8I/s1600-h/2010_February_2+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-OJzI2EOI/AAAAAAAAARo/YoH7vyezc8I/s400/2010_February_2+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440223173884121314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same courtyard as the well was the tree pictured below.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It had the appearance of being wounded somehow, possibly because of the purplish knots that resembled bruises.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We learned the bark is shaved and boiled into a concoction that helps to easy high blood pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-OKR1g3yI/AAAAAAAAARw/xI4E_fcIvw4/s1600-h/2010_February_2+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-OKR1g3yI/AAAAAAAAARw/xI4E_fcIvw4/s400/2010_February_2+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440223182124539682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occasionally during her surveys, Hilary has met people whose stories are unforgettable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;During this last day of surveying, she met a woman that carried sixty liters of water up to six times a day from a neighbor’s house to hers. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-OK1shsFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Elgf0IknjLs/s1600-h/2010_February_2+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-OK1shsFI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Elgf0IknjLs/s400/2010_February_2+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440223191750520914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the equivalent of more than 130 pounds!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She was of average height and slight in build, and pregnant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Look at the men try to even pick up the load she transports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-OLG5yghI/AAAAAAAAASA/WUNvDEybpxU/s1600-h/2010_February_2+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-OLG5yghI/AAAAAAAAASA/WUNvDEybpxU/s400/2010_February_2+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440223196369551890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-4951404763355643333?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4951404763355643333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/daily-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/4951404763355643333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/4951404763355643333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/daily-life.html' title='Daily life'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-OJe1i07I/AAAAAAAAARg/2KpS0FkbKTY/s72-c/2010_February_2+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-92257390179544439</id><published>2010-02-15T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:51:34.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><content type='html'>Valentine’s Day 2010 was our fifth as a couple, and second while married.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We exchanged small gifts and had dinner at our favorite riverside restaurant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-GRDZRl8I/AAAAAAAAARY/i9P2u7HyVfc/s1600-h/2010_February_2+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-GRDZRl8I/AAAAAAAAARY/i9P2u7HyVfc/s400/2010_February_2+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440214502414063554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-92257390179544439?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/92257390179544439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/92257390179544439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/92257390179544439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentine.html' title='Valentine'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S3-GRDZRl8I/AAAAAAAAARY/i9P2u7HyVfc/s72-c/2010_February_2+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-9134664019184757746</id><published>2010-02-07T11:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:44:25.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giraffes!</title><content type='html'>About an hour outside of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Niamey&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; are giraffes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Niger&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is home to the last free roaming giraffes in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;West Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The protected area started in the 1980s, at which time there were about 80.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Today, the number is over 200!&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28Wa3RkM4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/QGs2XyPC5Lo/s1600-h/2010_January_iii+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28Wa3RkM4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/QGs2XyPC5Lo/s400/2010_January_iii+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435587926029513602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In entering the park we immediately saw seven giraffes, including three three-month-olds. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They ran away because the young aren’t yet accustomed to people. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We then drove for nearly two hours on bumpy roads and through fields, searching and searching, with our guide even climbing trees for a better vantage point. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally we saw giraffes, and then we couldn’t stop seeing them! &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We saw a total of 47!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28Wbj7QW2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4zflKKq8cEs/s1600-h/2010_January_iii+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28Wbj7QW2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4zflKKq8cEs/s400/2010_January_iii+117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435587938015533922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They are such amazing animals, unique yet familiar, resembling in some ways goats (the way they run, and their cloven hooves) and horses (they have manes). &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Similarly, their heads and long legs remind us of camels; in fact, in local languages giraffes are called, literally, ‘bush (countryside) camels.’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28WbUHs0PI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bwfrJM2o78g/s1600-h/2010_January_iii+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28WbUHs0PI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bwfrJM2o78g/s400/2010_January_iii+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435587933772763378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They are surprisingly pretty, in a feminine sense, having big, curious eyes with long dark eyelashes. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They are extremely gentle, and will allow people to come close enough for good pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28Wb3uE0UI/AAAAAAAAARE/qQxRZdvXCFE/s1600-h/2010_January_iii+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28Wb3uE0UI/AAAAAAAAARE/qQxRZdvXCFE/s400/2010_January_iii+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435587943328960834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-9134664019184757746?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/9134664019184757746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/giraffes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/9134664019184757746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/9134664019184757746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/giraffes.html' title='Giraffes!'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28Wa3RkM4I/AAAAAAAAAQs/QGs2XyPC5Lo/s72-c/2010_January_iii+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-1550201844967229873</id><published>2010-02-07T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:22:27.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eats!</title><content type='html'>One great thing about roaming the city all day is the plentiful and wide variety of random things to eat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is the usual street food—rice, couscous, greens, and a variety of fried dough balls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But there are also things that we just have no idea what they are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like this one, for example.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s like a nut/fruit combination.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28SXRRJTqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/06zVvnVg7eE/s1600-h/2010_February_1+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28SXRRJTqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/06zVvnVg7eE/s400/2010_February_1+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435583466241085090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is a large, hard seed that you don’t eat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Outside the seed is a relatively thin layer of kind of nutty, fruity, earthy stuff that you scrape off with you teeth and eat.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28SYAZ5MtI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-k3Ph2uw-cU/s1600-h/2010_February_1+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28SYAZ5MtI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-k3Ph2uw-cU/s400/2010_February_1+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435583478894244562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28SXl9YRRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/s3PaSChnWMc/s1600-h/2010_February_1+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28SXl9YRRI/AAAAAAAAAQc/s3PaSChnWMc/s400/2010_February_1+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435583471795324178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is it delicious?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe not.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Interesting?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Certainly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-1550201844967229873?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1550201844967229873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/eats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/1550201844967229873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/1550201844967229873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/eats.html' title='Eats!'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28SXRRJTqI/AAAAAAAAAQU/06zVvnVg7eE/s72-c/2010_February_1+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-8169263490065463840</id><published>2010-02-07T10:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:59:03.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziggy's at sunset</title><content type='html'>These picture, taken from a restaurant’s terrace, begins to hint at the moments that daily reconfigure one’s appraisal of what some think to be an undesirable place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28M1ZI4_MI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zoQ4XO6u8Xs/s1600-h/2010_January_iii+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28M1ZI4_MI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zoQ4XO6u8Xs/s400/2010_January_iii+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435577386680253634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28M15ABscI/AAAAAAAAAQM/356nYqlzJe8/s1600-h/2010_January_iii+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28M15ABscI/AAAAAAAAAQM/356nYqlzJe8/s400/2010_January_iii+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435577395233010114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ziggy’s is one of our favorite bar/restaurants here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here are some pictures of what looks like in the daylight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28M051xE7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/TwzvCVF_ZVk/s1600-h/2010_January_iii+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28M051xE7I/AAAAAAAAAP0/TwzvCVF_ZVk/s400/2010_January_iii+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435577378278544306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is in the old colonial neighborhood of the city, on the plateau overlooking the river and the other parts of the city.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right next door is the first governor’s office/house (at least that is what people tell us).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28M1FhtfjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OcqA66kPJKo/s1600-h/2010_January_iii+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28M1FhtfjI/AAAAAAAAAP8/OcqA66kPJKo/s400/2010_January_iii+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435577381415648818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-8169263490065463840?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/8169263490065463840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/ziggys-at-sunset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/8169263490065463840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/8169263490065463840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/ziggys-at-sunset.html' title='Ziggy&apos;s at sunset'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28M1ZI4_MI/AAAAAAAAAQE/zoQ4XO6u8Xs/s72-c/2010_January_iii+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-103424984491466585</id><published>2010-02-07T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T10:50:38.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More survey days</title><content type='html'>Well, Hilary is almost done with her surveys, thank goodness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is getting hotter everyday, so she will be glad to be finished!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is a pic of Hilary in action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28K7_KKFnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iKC6Nu5AkcM/s1600-h/2010_January_iii+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28K7_KKFnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iKC6Nu5AkcM/s400/2010_January_iii+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435575300942075506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the end of the day, her feet look like this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28K7WHlDyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WTwt-LhfQSo/s1600-h/2010_January_iii+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28K7WHlDyI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WTwt-LhfQSo/s400/2010_January_iii+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435575289925406498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And she really sees some of the most random things, like, for instance, a GIANT lizard tied up like a DOG! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28K7qGrdsI/AAAAAAAAAPk/prE7q2tSZ4M/s1600-h/2010_February_1+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28K7qGrdsI/AAAAAAAAAPk/prE7q2tSZ4M/s400/2010_February_1+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435575295290341058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-103424984491466585?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/103424984491466585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-survey-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/103424984491466585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/103424984491466585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/02/more-survey-days.html' title='More survey days'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S28K7_KKFnI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iKC6Nu5AkcM/s72-c/2010_January_iii+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-3204434438601092284</id><published>2010-01-26T13:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:26:10.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graffiti</title><content type='html'>Since I started wondering around various neighborhoods in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Niamey&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, I noticed some pretty nice wall art around the city.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some of the wall art designates meeting places for conversation groups around the city (called “fada”).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These meeting places are for groups are for men, both young and old, to get together and talk about neighborhood concerns.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is an example of one of these fada wall arts in the &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Abidjan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19bfO6-SzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DYjhS5oIsAg/s1600-h/2010+January+II+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19bfO6-SzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DYjhS5oIsAg/s400/2010+January+II+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431160267771628338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Other wall art is, as far as I can tell, just for kicks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here are some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19c3pC8b-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jFtluKT4li4/s1600-h/2010+January+II+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19c3pC8b-I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jFtluKT4li4/s400/2010+January+II+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431161786612871138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19bfnEruhI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jtYGvD14TmA/s1600-h/2010+January+II+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19bfnEruhI/AAAAAAAAAPM/jtYGvD14TmA/s400/2010+January+II+129.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431160274254805522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19bemA6QzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/U7qXtSaJeb4/s1600-h/2010+January+II+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19bemA6QzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/U7qXtSaJeb4/s400/2010+January+II+130.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431160256790676274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19bd9UTfuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JayGIABBptA/s1600-h/2010+January+II+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19bd9UTfuI/AAAAAAAAAOs/JayGIABBptA/s400/2010+January+II+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431160245866168034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-3204434438601092284?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3204434438601092284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/graffiti.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/3204434438601092284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/3204434438601092284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/graffiti.html' title='Graffiti'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19bfO6-SzI/AAAAAAAAAPE/DYjhS5oIsAg/s72-c/2010+January+II+155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-5905092270515302797</id><published>2010-01-26T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T13:06:01.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tailors</title><content type='html'>Rather than buy clothes at a store, most people in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Niamey&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; buy fabric, and then get clothes custom made at a tailor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most of the fabric these days is made in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, and uses a cotton-polyester blend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some cloth is made in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Ghana&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Ivory Coast&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but very little is made in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Niger&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The high end fabric is often made in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Holland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is a picture of Chris with George, our tailor.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19Yu-gGoiI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1nawOJSnoxM/s1600-h/2010+January+II+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19Yu-gGoiI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1nawOJSnoxM/s400/2010+January+II+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431157239706984994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19YuoQsUMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qf3E6vv8Tos/s1600-h/2010+January+II+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19YuoQsUMI/AAAAAAAAAOc/qf3E6vv8Tos/s400/2010+January+II+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431157233736765634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-5905092270515302797?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5905092270515302797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/tailors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/5905092270515302797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/5905092270515302797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/tailors.html' title='Tailors'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19Yu-gGoiI/AAAAAAAAAOk/1nawOJSnoxM/s72-c/2010+January+II+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-5729739462977745821</id><published>2010-01-26T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:56:49.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random things you see in Niamey</title><content type='html'>I learned early on to always carry my camera with me on survey days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are some of the most random things I come across.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example, a pet monkey.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19WOLjyeTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9Gku9ESpzzE/s1600-h/2010+January+II+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19WOLjyeTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9Gku9ESpzzE/s400/2010+January+II+134.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431154477253163314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And also, an adorable little baby hanging out in a cardboard box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19WOTXowZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Sk5xNzkrWZM/s1600-h/2010+January+II+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19WOTXowZI/AAAAAAAAAOU/Sk5xNzkrWZM/s400/2010+January+II+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431154479349678482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A guy repairing TVs was also a very cool thing I saw the other day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19WNxitkwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/dQTRw_gYG78/s1600-h/2010+January+II+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19WNxitkwI/AAAAAAAAAOE/dQTRw_gYG78/s400/2010+January+II+156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431154470269326082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19WNTQypvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_nE36o7W9q0/s1600-h/2010+January+II+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19WNTQypvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/_nE36o7W9q0/s400/2010+January+II+159.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431154462141097714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-5729739462977745821?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5729739462977745821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-things-you-see-in-niamey.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/5729739462977745821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/5729739462977745821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/random-things-you-see-in-niamey.html' title='Random things you see in Niamey'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S19WOLjyeTI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9Gku9ESpzzE/s72-c/2010+January+II+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-141489864727279331</id><published>2010-01-13T11:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:00:55.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baobab trees hold a place of significance in many parts of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;West Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is said they house spirits and are often the protectors of a village and its people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This particular baobab is estimated to be a few hundred years old, and its presence led the village to be founded there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though held to be a sacred tree, people are free and encouraged to climb and play in it, illustrating the mix of sacred and profane, extraordinary and ordinary that so often characterizes ways of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S04l9mgL52I/AAAAAAAAANk/hkxFOzWXuqs/s1600-h/Benin+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S04l9mgL52I/AAAAAAAAANk/hkxFOzWXuqs/s400/Benin+212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426316341265819490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S04l-CdoJmI/AAAAAAAAANs/5g9HmPyXe5Y/s1600-h/Benin+246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S04l-CdoJmI/AAAAAAAAANs/5g9HmPyXe5Y/s400/Benin+246.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426316348771280482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chris climbed the tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While climbing he scared the snot out a kid who was also climbing the tree.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The kid jumped out of the tree in fright!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S04l-VVud4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/jbCzz8f0yAI/s1600-h/Benin+252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S04l-VVud4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/jbCzz8f0yAI/s400/Benin+252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426316353838413698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-141489864727279331?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/141489864727279331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/baobab-trees-hold-place-of-significance.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/141489864727279331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/141489864727279331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/baobab-trees-hold-place-of-significance.html' title=''/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S04l9mgL52I/AAAAAAAAANk/hkxFOzWXuqs/s72-c/Benin+212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-7802595712896663</id><published>2010-01-13T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:49:23.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The other day we relaxed on a friend’s porch, and happened to have the camera with us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here are a few shots of a typical afternoon relaxing on the porch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were seated on a woven, plastic mat and were eating little fried cookie things from a bottle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The bottle once contained gin, and the brand name was Yahuu, a take on Yahoo, complete with the same font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S04jNizGMdI/AAAAAAAAANU/7ZlVqB1cHWY/s1600-h/Benin+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S04jNizGMdI/AAAAAAAAANU/7ZlVqB1cHWY/s400/Benin+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426313316614418898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We also watched the friend’s chickens drink water from a tomato paste can (which we found out later was filled with used batteries).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S04jOFE1viI/AAAAAAAAANc/-UdlypuxMj8/s1600-h/Benin+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S04jOFE1viI/AAAAAAAAANc/-UdlypuxMj8/s400/Benin+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426313325815643682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-7802595712896663?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7802595712896663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/other-day-we-relaxed-on-friends-porch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/7802595712896663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/7802595712896663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/other-day-we-relaxed-on-friends-porch.html' title=''/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S04jNizGMdI/AAAAAAAAANU/7ZlVqB1cHWY/s72-c/Benin+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-2138475789809957592</id><published>2010-01-04T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:33:26.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day of surveys</title><content type='html'>Hilary is in the thick of neighborhood surveys.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is surveying 25 households in 25 different neighborhoods, with the help of research assistants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She can do one neighborhood a day, and it is truly exhausting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her feet are so dirty by the time she makes it home, look closely at this picture and you can see her dirty footprints on the tile floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JXj0CTCuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qbcuRE9r6CY/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JXj0CTCuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qbcuRE9r6CY/s400/Picture+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422993174082816738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is a picture of Chris in a doorway on one of the survey days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JXkJ4aqAI/AAAAAAAAANE/GgUtFx9SeF4/s1600-h/IMG_3815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JXkJ4aqAI/AAAAAAAAANE/GgUtFx9SeF4/s400/IMG_3815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422993179946952706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here is a picture of brick making in this same neighborhood.  Most of the houses in this neighborhood are made of mud bricks, as are many houses in Niamey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JXkrV2VTI/AAAAAAAAANM/iz0kQxoH2RE/s1600-h/IMG_3789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JXkrV2VTI/AAAAAAAAANM/iz0kQxoH2RE/s400/IMG_3789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422993188928771378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-2138475789809957592?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2138475789809957592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-day-of-surveys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/2138475789809957592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/2138475789809957592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-day-of-surveys.html' title='Another day of surveys'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JXj0CTCuI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qbcuRE9r6CY/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-2771334350846810295</id><published>2010-01-01T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:57:08.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our New Years Eve was spent relaxing with friends and enjoying a delicious buffet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On New Years day we watched some television and did some more visiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JVnA2FUJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lxNZgB2hr78/s1600-h/Benin+357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JVnA2FUJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lxNZgB2hr78/s400/Benin+357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422991030037598354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JVnlIz_XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/q4KVlAWkTbo/s1600-h/Picture+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JVnlIz_XI/AAAAAAAAAM0/q4KVlAWkTbo/s400/Picture+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422991039779831154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-2771334350846810295?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2771334350846810295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/2771334350846810295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/2771334350846810295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010!'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JVnA2FUJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/lxNZgB2hr78/s72-c/Benin+357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-2199361214465510243</id><published>2009-12-25T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:50:57.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Canoe trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Niamey&lt;/st1:city&gt; is located on the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Niger river&lt;/st1:place&gt;, which provides quite a scenic backdrop for day trips and sunsets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On Christmas day, after the camel ride we took a canoe trip down the river.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here are some pictures of our trip down the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Niger&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JUVoKMQnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OdbfkIyw-Pg/s1600-h/Picture+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JUVoKMQnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OdbfkIyw-Pg/s400/Picture+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422989631841649266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JUVbqUAXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/huvnwXPWmxk/s1600-h/Picture+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JUVbqUAXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/huvnwXPWmxk/s400/Picture+102.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422989628486713714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JUU2Iti2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/xEoc4FWKwzs/s1600-h/Picture+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JUU2Iti2I/AAAAAAAAAMU/xEoc4FWKwzs/s400/Picture+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422989618413669218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JUUkwrmBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/q1pGQWGDbAY/s1600-h/Picture+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JUUkwrmBI/AAAAAAAAAMM/q1pGQWGDbAY/s400/Picture+089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422989613749475346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-2199361214465510243?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2199361214465510243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/canoe-trip.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/2199361214465510243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/2199361214465510243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/canoe-trip.html' title='Canoe trip'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JUVoKMQnI/AAAAAAAAAMk/OdbfkIyw-Pg/s72-c/Picture+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-7960651707498168802</id><published>2009-12-25T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:41:54.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Camel Ride</title><content type='html'>On Christmas day, we went for a camel ride along the river.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The ride was just over an hour.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was not so much of a wild ride, as it was a guided walk, but it was still awesome.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JR3J2qIuI/AAAAAAAAALk/hCWq_YImJvU/s1600-h/Picture+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JR3J2qIuI/AAAAAAAAALk/hCWq_YImJvU/s400/Picture+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422986909287326434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To start, the camel is seated and the rider mounts, as Chris is doing here: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JR3UMzdUI/AAAAAAAAALs/er4OiitjcfU/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JR3UMzdUI/AAAAAAAAALs/er4OiitjcfU/s400/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422986912064566594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then, the camel stands up, and you better make sure you are holding on to the saddle!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The camel is then guided down the path by its owner, while the person riding chills out, looks at the scenery, checks out the camel, and generally relaxes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here are some pictures Hilary took on the ride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JR34BCofI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RYYlLMSMXe0/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JR34BCofI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RYYlLMSMXe0/s400/Picture+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422986921678905842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JR4K5kpZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mfXZa3ipcyg/s1600-h/Picture+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JR4K5kpZI/AAAAAAAAAL8/mfXZa3ipcyg/s400/Picture+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422986926747854226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Camels are such a funny animal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JR4avouzI/AAAAAAAAAME/xKBarOscY3s/s1600-h/Picture+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JR4avouzI/AAAAAAAAAME/xKBarOscY3s/s400/Picture+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422986931001146162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-7960651707498168802?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7960651707498168802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-camel-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/7960651707498168802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/7960651707498168802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-camel-ride.html' title='Christmas Camel Ride'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JR3J2qIuI/AAAAAAAAALk/hCWq_YImJvU/s72-c/Picture+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-2188693735205691905</id><published>2009-12-23T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:30:05.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Since the trees of &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Niger&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; can’t come visit you, we thought we would give you the chance to visit them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are tons of mango trees here in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Niamey&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, and they usually start producing fruit in late April.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is what a mango tree looks like if you are laying on the ground.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JPBOhFTEI/AAAAAAAAALE/wc1QsJ58vuA/s1600-h/Picture+108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JPBOhFTEI/AAAAAAAAALE/wc1QsJ58vuA/s400/Picture+108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422983783802817602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are other fruit producers that we have no idea what they are.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Like this one for example, with a fruit locally known as “monkey bread”.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JPBSj3dDI/AAAAAAAAALM/OSBT4w4st8Q/s400/Benin+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422983784888235058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JPBSj3dDI/AAAAAAAAALM/OSBT4w4st8Q/s1600-h/Benin+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here are a few other shots of trees we thought you might like. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JPBr7wRvI/AAAAAAAAALU/YwaCnvzojpE/s1600-h/Benin+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JPBr7wRvI/AAAAAAAAALU/YwaCnvzojpE/s400/Benin+139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422983791699314418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JPB6_IshI/AAAAAAAAALc/5hQYn5AJyxQ/s1600-h/Benin+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JPB6_IshI/AAAAAAAAALc/5hQYn5AJyxQ/s400/Benin+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422983795740029458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-2188693735205691905?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2188693735205691905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/trees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/2188693735205691905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/2188693735205691905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/trees.html' title='Trees!'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JPBOhFTEI/AAAAAAAAALE/wc1QsJ58vuA/s72-c/Picture+108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-3243934678024030190</id><published>2009-12-20T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:18:29.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts</title><content type='html'>Most people have hair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And most people also cut their hair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Niamey&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; is no different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Barber and beauty shops have some of the most interesting advertising signs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is a nice, hand painted sign showing what the beautician can do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JMsp9THwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/URT1ib5czQc/s1600-h/IMG_3784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JMsp9THwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/URT1ib5czQc/s400/IMG_3784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422981231368412930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In case you were wondering where to get the best haircut, take a look at this sign:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JMsOQGlkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/r61dTcXneAs/s1600-h/Benin+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JMsOQGlkI/AAAAAAAAAK0/r61dTcXneAs/s400/Benin+097.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422981223931090498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-3243934678024030190?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3243934678024030190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/haircuts.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/3243934678024030190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/3243934678024030190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2010/01/haircuts.html' title='Haircuts'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JMsp9THwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/URT1ib5czQc/s72-c/IMG_3784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-157003879300269039</id><published>2009-12-17T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:13:37.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Globalization</title><content type='html'>The world is indeed a small place, and you can easily find aspects of life in the &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;United States&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; here in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Niger&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Look at these examples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JLUB3CMTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RStS9h-sg8A/s1600-h/Benin+410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JLUB3CMTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RStS9h-sg8A/s400/Benin+410.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422979708776231218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JLT06IdtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N2jgo9OuX0M/s1600-h/Benin+432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JLT06IdtI/AAAAAAAAAKk/N2jgo9OuX0M/s400/Benin+432.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422979705299564242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JLTjsDZzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6svzl0O-sXQ/s1600-h/Benin+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JLTjsDZzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/6svzl0O-sXQ/s400/Benin+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422979700677109554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-157003879300269039?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/157003879300269039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/globalization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/157003879300269039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/157003879300269039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/globalization.html' title='Globalization'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/S0JLUB3CMTI/AAAAAAAAAKs/RStS9h-sg8A/s72-c/Benin+410.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-3747533784038920126</id><published>2009-12-14T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T09:36:15.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pays-Bas</title><content type='html'>FoFo!  Sannu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cooler season is finally here in Niamey!  The nights and mornings cool down to probably around the mid-60s, and it is such a nice relief.  The air is much drier and full of dust, but the cool air is so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research continues to move along!  A new phase of research has begun.  This phase includes neighborhood surveys.  Basically, Hilary has chosen a number of neighborhoods around the city to survey to learn about water access.  In each neighborhood she does 25 household surveys and asks questions about socio-economic details, and then how they get water.  Some people have private taps within their households, while many rely on water vendors, wells, and public pumps.  Here are some pictures of her survey in a neighborhood called Pays-Bas.  It is an informal settlement near the airport, with little water access and other urban services.  Here are some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SyZ2olIr77I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/W-d1ACM551o/s1600-h/Paysbas+and+Grand+Mosque+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SyZ2olIr77I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/W-d1ACM551o/s400/Paysbas+and+Grand+Mosque+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415146041494990770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SyZ2pxu3P_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/BVQXo9ZKGes/s1600-h/Paysbas+and+Grand+Mosque+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SyZ2pxu3P_I/AAAAAAAAAKU/BVQXo9ZKGes/s400/Paysbas+and+Grand+Mosque+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415146062056210418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SyZ2pP3aavI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QCfKhHDcIYk/s1600-h/Paysbas+and+Grand+Mosque+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SyZ2pP3aavI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/QCfKhHDcIYk/s400/Paysbas+and+Grand+Mosque+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415146052965264114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SyZ2pfZpULI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4l46fF1kxzY/s1600-h/Paysbas+and+Grand+Mosque+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SyZ2pfZpULI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4l46fF1kxzY/s400/Paysbas+and+Grand+Mosque+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415146057135378610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-3747533784038920126?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3747533784038920126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/pays-bas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/3747533784038920126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/3747533784038920126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/pays-bas.html' title='Pays-Bas'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SyZ2olIr77I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/W-d1ACM551o/s72-c/Paysbas+and+Grand+Mosque+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-6763336940062130115</id><published>2009-12-04T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:10:34.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabasci Sauce</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tabasci, the Muslim holiday described in a previous post, was, for the non faint-of-heart, a sensory feast.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Along almost every block were freshly slaughtered, roasting rams.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We hired a taxi and toured the city, encouraged by our driver and a good friend to take pictures.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SxeP_rzSGWI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Fr060U3KIzQ/s320/IMG_3728.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410951801561291106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SxfcELb-qMI/AAAAAAAAAJs/bOJ3fJuPRiE/s400/IMG_3745.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411035441656670402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;In the days that followed neighbors brought us mutton, which Hilary transformed into Sloppy Joes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SxeRobNEALI/AAAAAAAAAJc/cWhl0yr_6CU/s320/IMG_3756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410953600992280754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-6763336940062130115?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6763336940062130115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/tabasci-sauce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/6763336940062130115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/6763336940062130115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/tabasci-sauce.html' title='Tabasci Sauce'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SxeP_rzSGWI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Fr060U3KIzQ/s72-c/IMG_3728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-2343822534111695767</id><published>2009-12-03T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:08:40.910-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Sxfbihm_YGI/AAAAAAAAAJk/wD9dznO9-6s/s1600-h/IMG_3745.JPG'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in Niamey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We celebrated Thanksgiving in splendid American fashion at the home of an embassy official.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were six turkeys, stuffing, and the pies that make your mouth sing; Chris ate three pieces!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The house and grounds were beautiful—we had a friend take our picture.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SxeQtHigQ-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/66kkadYEU4I/s320/IMG_3706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410952582101222370" /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-2343822534111695767?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2343822534111695767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-celebrated-thanksgiving-in-splendid.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/2343822534111695767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/2343822534111695767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-celebrated-thanksgiving-in-splendid.html' title='Thanksgiving in Niamey'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SxeQtHigQ-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/66kkadYEU4I/s72-c/IMG_3706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-4120861170855865591</id><published>2009-11-23T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:34:40.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Islamic Festivities</title><content type='html'>Later this week, most people in Niamey (including us!) will be celebrating Tabaski.  This is the time when Muslims recognize the sacrifice that Abraham was called to make, but that God stepped in and rather than having Abraham sacrifice his son told Abraham that a ram would be enough.  So Muslims all over the world mark this occasion by slaughtering livestock amongst many other ways of celebrating.  In Niger, the preferred animal is a ram.  Correspondingly, we have had a few rams in our front yard the past few days.  They are not ours, but we are keeping them for a neighbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SwrjdNKpsZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PRvgCvBiSUU/s1600/IMG_3652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SwrjdNKpsZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PRvgCvBiSUU/s320/IMG_3652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407384393501749650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of things Islamic, Chris had the chance to tour the Grand Mosquee here in Niamey.  Here are some pics of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Swrjdj4iX2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/4DF64CMHjhM/s1600/IMG_3685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Swrjdj4iX2I/AAAAAAAAAI0/4DF64CMHjhM/s320/IMG_3685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407384399599787874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SwrjdBYDTqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iZEQfA_Q104/s1600/IMG_3682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SwrjdBYDTqI/AAAAAAAAAIs/iZEQfA_Q104/s320/IMG_3682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407384390336728738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SwrjdyjCeHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BZzXpAQtq5o/s1600/IMG_3672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SwrjdyjCeHI/AAAAAAAAAI8/BZzXpAQtq5o/s320/IMG_3672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407384403536148594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-4120861170855865591?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4120861170855865591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/islamic-festivities.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/4120861170855865591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/4120861170855865591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/islamic-festivities.html' title='Islamic Festivities'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SwrjdNKpsZI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PRvgCvBiSUU/s72-c/IMG_3652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-6623119669360135451</id><published>2009-11-23T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T11:13:22.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little slice of the United States</title><content type='html'>Yes, we are in Niger, but really the United States does not seem all that far away.  For example, when Hilary introduces herself to people, many people remark, "like Clinton?".  And people love Obama.  Here are a few sights of the US in Niger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SwreZ-HHKeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/51-BT1NRm9E/s1600/IMG_3657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SwreZ-HHKeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/51-BT1NRm9E/s320/IMG_3657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407378840362625506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SwreaS9XY_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZjF0y61QBxc/s1600/IMG_3648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SwreaS9XY_I/AAAAAAAAAIc/ZjF0y61QBxc/s320/IMG_3648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407378845958890482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SwreZT45bMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YkZQD7ekQ7I/s1600/IMG_3419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SwreZT45bMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/YkZQD7ekQ7I/s320/IMG_3419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407378829028715714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-6623119669360135451?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/6623119669360135451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-slice-of-united-states.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/6623119669360135451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/6623119669360135451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/little-slice-of-united-states.html' title='A little slice of the United States'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SwreZ-HHKeI/AAAAAAAAAIU/51-BT1NRm9E/s72-c/IMG_3657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-254279185405800072</id><published>2009-11-14T11:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:30:12.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incredible!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Several days ago Chris and Hilary saw, at a busy intersection, from a safe distance, a motor scooter catch on fire.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A small crowd watched in disbelief as men frantically attempted to smother the fire by throwing dirt on it (there was no water nearby).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It appeared as though the effort might extinguish the flames, but burning gasoline is a formidable adversary.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without exploding, the fire overwhelmed the sweat and dirt; a crowd of a hundred or more circled the sight.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yesterday at the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;American&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, where Chris has been volunteering and subbing, Chris and Hilary saw a tortoise!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was crossing a baseball field, seemingly ‘headed for home.’&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once it got to the infield grass, it settled in for a snack.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was not very worried about our being there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Sv8CDNVFhvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QbwfBSILOTs/s1600-h/IMG_3641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Sv8CDNVFhvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QbwfBSILOTs/s320/IMG_3641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404040332008851186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-254279185405800072?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/254279185405800072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/incredible.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/254279185405800072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/254279185405800072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/incredible.html' title='Incredible!'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Sv8CDNVFhvI/AAAAAAAAAH8/QbwfBSILOTs/s72-c/IMG_3641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-2986441616235320995</id><published>2009-11-14T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:12:52.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Life</title><content type='html'>We thought we might periodically include some day-to-day descriptions and images of our lives here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Beneath is a picture of the path we walk from our house toward the main road where we catch taxis.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Sv79fRVO4pI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IovYQwApFNw/s1600-h/IMG_3409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Sv79fRVO4pI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IovYQwApFNw/s320/IMG_3409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404035316561404562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Sv7-fICiWqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bKUqckvQ64k/s1600-h/IMG_3415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Sv7-fICiWqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/bKUqckvQ64k/s320/IMG_3415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404036413578697378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Several times a week Chris wears what we call the “Ghostbuster Suit” (above) to the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;American&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Cultural&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Center&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, where he fills the empty bottles with distilled water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is apt to mention this, considering that Hilary’s work deals with people’s access to water.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Below is a picture of our guard’s wife.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is holding a document for Hilary to take a picture.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without readily available scanners, digital pictures are a good alternative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Sv7_SaRv-aI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yV8a6sPRxD0/s1600-h/IMG_3348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Sv7_SaRv-aI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yV8a6sPRxD0/s320/IMG_3348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404037294647671202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Sv8Am0ikB5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/r_PxjRzx88E/s1600-h/IMG_3422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Sv8Am0ikB5I/AAAAAAAAAH0/r_PxjRzx88E/s320/IMG_3422.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404038744806524818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Across the highway near our house, a five minute walk away, we buy locally grown, inexpensive organic vegetables.  Some things, indeed, are easier and better here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-2986441616235320995?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/2986441616235320995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyday-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/2986441616235320995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/2986441616235320995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyday-life.html' title='Everyday Life'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Sv79fRVO4pI/AAAAAAAAAHc/IovYQwApFNw/s72-c/IMG_3409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-843963367140583881</id><published>2009-11-04T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:57:06.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Research day</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, we went with a professor and graduate student that Hilary works with on a tour of different neighborhoods in the city.  We went to neighborhoods that we knew had problems with water access, and talked with people about their issues.  It was a fanstastic introduction for Hilary to the kinds of questions to ask and how to approach people and the issue of water access.  Hilary will begin this phase of her research in the coming weeks.  Here are a some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGxc6Im_xI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BtvWWHDbTgM/s1600-h/IMG_3244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGxc6Im_xI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BtvWWHDbTgM/s320/IMG_3244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400292538393755410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGxcvExObI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tIcp6UupGic/s1600-h/IMG_3231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGxcvExObI/AAAAAAAAAG8/tIcp6UupGic/s320/IMG_3231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400292535424858546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGxcSn9f0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/jFS7ST5i6xU/s1600-h/IMG_3219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGxcSn9f0I/AAAAAAAAAG0/jFS7ST5i6xU/s320/IMG_3219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400292527787835202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an interesting picture of metal recycling in the city.  The heap of metal below will be sorted and melted down into cooking pots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGxddQIweI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RMNnlXOAQr8/s1600-h/IMG_3272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGxddQIweI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RMNnlXOAQr8/s320/IMG_3272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400292547820569058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGxdA5yPmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tj18jEPNomc/s1600-h/IMG_3270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGxdA5yPmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tj18jEPNomc/s320/IMG_3270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400292540210626146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-843963367140583881?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/843963367140583881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/research-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/843963367140583881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/843963367140583881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/research-day.html' title='Research day'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGxc6Im_xI/AAAAAAAAAHE/BtvWWHDbTgM/s72-c/IMG_3244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-437947845911003736</id><published>2009-11-04T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T08:42:43.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival International de la Mode Africaine !</title><content type='html'>Every year (in principle) Niger is host to Festival International de la mode Africaine, FIMA, and we were lucky enough to get free passes to most of the events (thanks to our roommate!).  The main event was Saturday night, which included a fashion show and music.  Twenty-five designers, from all over the continent, each showcased a collection.  The collections ranged from ready-to-wear clothes to haut couture.  Here are a few pics! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGuXY0bglI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-4cX2R0A7J4/s1600-h/IMG_3304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGuXY0bglI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-4cX2R0A7J4/s320/IMG_3304.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400289145016517202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGuXGrMxlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uk19-vX7610/s1600-h/IMG_3294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGuXGrMxlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/uk19-vX7610/s320/IMG_3294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400289140145964626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGuW_r0E4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/tXVFbqtvxr8/s1600-h/IMG_3289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGuW_r0E4I/AAAAAAAAAGc/tXVFbqtvxr8/s320/IMG_3289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400289138269492098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many important figures in Nigerien political life were there, including various ministers, the Prime Minister, and even the First Lady!  Security was also very tight—police, military, and secret service officers were found dispersed throughout the crowd.  The show started around 10pm and ended around 2:30 am.  It was quite an experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-437947845911003736?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/437947845911003736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/festival-international-de-la-mode.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/437947845911003736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/437947845911003736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/11/festival-international-de-la-mode.html' title='Festival International de la Mode Africaine !'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SvGuXY0bglI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-4cX2R0A7J4/s72-c/IMG_3304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-3282633952689793859</id><published>2009-10-26T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T06:28:25.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Goes On In Niamey?</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday Hilary and Amanda attended a contemporary dance performance at the French Cultural Center. Here are pictures! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396898758903812050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SuWi08U1T9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/c2cqphyoasg/s320/IMG_1116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396898758012422290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SuWi05ATyJI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FPc8O_KV6hk/s320/IMG_1119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Amanda (our Art Historian roommate) we have followed the fashion scene here. Last Saturday we all attended a fashion show at a bar/restaurant/hotel. The property was beautiful, having the largest and most luscious trees we have yet seen here, along with a pool and an enclosed patio for dining. The fashion show highlighted the designs of a Nigerien woman, Kadidiatou Mariko (her clothes have the brand name K’Mariko, viewable at kmariko.com). Check out a picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396898081026142802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SuWiNfCM8lI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GILa_PhtV_A/s320/IMG_1127_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One of the biggest fashion events on the African continent happens in Niger every other year. FIMA (fima-africa.com) begins this week. We will attend this week and post pictures! Amanda discusses her thoughts on Nigerien art and fashion and her experiences here on her blog, Aikindadi.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In non-fashion related news, we have made a tofu contact. Yes, friends, we can eat tofu again. Similar random luxuries enter our lives as we grow to know Niamey’s people and possibilities. We have enjoyed watching borrowed DVD’s and reading borrowed books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary has recently hired three research assistants (from the Geography Club at the university) to do work in the National Archives. She continues meeting with administrators in the public and private sectors, learning the substance of water politics in Niamey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris’ docket of tutoring has grown quickly. Each week he teaches English to between 3-5 french boys, a medical doctor who hopes to study Public Health in the States, a Nigerien high school student with his English and Social Studies courses, and a French speaker wanting to trade his French for Chris’ English.  Slowly his French improves with practice and French classes four times a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-3282633952689793859?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/3282633952689793859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-goes-on-in-niamey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/3282633952689793859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/3282633952689793859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-goes-on-in-niamey.html' title='What Goes On In Niamey?'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SuWi08U1T9I/AAAAAAAAAGM/c2cqphyoasg/s72-c/IMG_1116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-5934387598781206637</id><published>2009-10-12T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:37:55.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We finally left the city limits of Niamey!</title><content type='html'>We met with friends and drove to a house on the river on Saturday morning.  Before relaxing under some mango trees on the banks of the river, we decided to go on a hike to the top of some nearby plateaus.  We walked through fields of millet and passed by a herd of cows (shepherded by three boys), then ascended the dry, rust-colored plateau.  The view was amazing from the top—see for yourself!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/StM-6UjGqeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Or4SzicJiGM/s1600-h/IMG_0881.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/StM-6UjGqeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Or4SzicJiGM/s320/IMG_0881.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391722350561896930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Chris and Hilary, and our roommate and fellow Fulbrighter Amanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/StM-6w8BvnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LomLFPydIII/s1600-h/IMG_0886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/StM-6w8BvnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/LomLFPydIII/s320/IMG_0886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391722358182624882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having reached the top, we decided to go a little further to see some caves and a ravine.  People harvest bat guano from the caves to fertilize their fields, and it was very interesting to see the process in action (there were two boys in the cave harvesting).  A bit farther from the cave was a ravine, which in such a dry place is actually quite a remarkable thing to see.  And we were glad for the bit of shade and cool water to splash over our skin.  Here is a picture of us and our friend Hachirou cooling off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/StM-7Mouq7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/nJzBn2zn0Sw/s1600-h/IMG_0889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/StM-7Mouq7I/AAAAAAAAAF8/nJzBn2zn0Sw/s320/IMG_0889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391722365617875890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed like a very long walk in the hot sun we finally reached the house along the river where we had cold sodas and juice waiting.  It was wonderful!  We proceeded to grill some chicken and sausages, and spent the rest of the afternoon eating and luxuriating.  We were so tired, and a little sunburned!  That evening back at home we gathered around the laptop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-5934387598781206637?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5934387598781206637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-finally-left-city-limits-of-niamey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/5934387598781206637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/5934387598781206637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-finally-left-city-limits-of-niamey.html' title='We finally left the city limits of Niamey!'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/StM-6UjGqeI/AAAAAAAAAFs/Or4SzicJiGM/s72-c/IMG_0881.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-332194910454400471</id><published>2009-10-12T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T07:33:21.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malam Maman Barka</title><content type='html'>Friday night we went to the French-Niger Cultural Center (link) to see Malam Maman Barka, a wonderful Nigerien musician.  Maman Barka is the last (or one of the last) players of the biram, an instrument from the shores of Lake Chad in far eastern Niger.  The biram was an instrument important to the fishing communities in Lake Chad, but has declined in popularity in recent years.  Maman Barka traveled to eastern Niger and learned to play the biram from the last living master player in 2002, and the master has since died.  Maman Barka is reputedly the last player of this instrument, and he is promoting the instrument worldwide.  Here is a picture of Maman Barka, his biram, and his accompanying percussionist (who was also amazing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/StM-B7b3_rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Pg4W2j5u2c8/s1600-h/IMG_0863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/StM-B7b3_rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Pg4W2j5u2c8/s320/IMG_0863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391721381748014770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound produced by the biram is rich, mellow, resonant, and oddly electric.  It has five chords that are played at various octaves to produce melody.  The songs he played ranged from things he learned from his teacher to contemporary meditations on the future of Africa and the promise of youth.  Here is a link to Maman Barka.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-332194910454400471?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/332194910454400471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/malam-maman-barka.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/332194910454400471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/332194910454400471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/malam-maman-barka.html' title='Malam Maman Barka'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/StM-B7b3_rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/Pg4W2j5u2c8/s72-c/IMG_0863.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-5793447264034598386</id><published>2009-10-08T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:19:06.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biere Niger</title><content type='html'>Yes, there is beer made in Niger. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Ss4Qh19ZisI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TB5yKYzMWW8/s1600-h/IMG_3145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Ss4Qh19ZisI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TB5yKYzMWW8/s320/IMG_3145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390263977615395522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a picture from the patio of where we got this beer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Ss4Q4MLkRuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ox8RcNha86g/s1600-h/IMG_3136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Ss4Q4MLkRuI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ox8RcNha86g/s320/IMG_3136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390264361537521378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-5793447264034598386?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5793447264034598386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/biere-niger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/5793447264034598386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/5793447264034598386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/biere-niger.html' title='Biere Niger'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Ss4Qh19ZisI/AAAAAAAAAFM/TB5yKYzMWW8/s72-c/IMG_3145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-750282567157509262</id><published>2009-10-08T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T09:12:08.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alphadi Concert and general good times</title><content type='html'>Greetings friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over this past weekend we went to a concert put on by Alphadi, a famous Nigerien fashion designer and creator of FIMA, the Pan-Africa Fashion Show in Niger  (for more info see &lt;a href="http://www.alphadi.net/"&gt;http://www.alphadi.net/&lt;/a&gt;).  Sunday's concert was a benefit concert for Agadez, a city in northern Niger that has recently been devastated by flooding.  The concert featured the best Nigerien artists singing a few songs each, and also featured Alphadi's fashion show.  It was pretty amazing.  Here are some pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Ss4OPO_wn-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/oRnsjDSi8KQ/s1600-h/IMG_0853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Ss4OPO_wn-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/oRnsjDSi8KQ/s320/IMG_0853.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390261458895413218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Ss4OOxZnbEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aKPk2KcCjYs/s1600-h/IMG_0813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Ss4OOxZnbEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/aKPk2KcCjYs/s320/IMG_0813.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390261450950798402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-750282567157509262?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/750282567157509262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/alphadi-concert-and-general-good-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/750282567157509262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/750282567157509262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/10/alphadi-concert-and-general-good-times.html' title='Alphadi Concert and general good times'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Ss4OPO_wn-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/oRnsjDSi8KQ/s72-c/IMG_0853.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-493172723888052996</id><published>2009-09-28T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:58:27.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Along in Niamey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We eat in Niamey! But what, you ask? Here is a picture of us hanging zith our local millet cake guy. Millet cakes are fried carbohydrate deliciousness that can be dipped in a red spicey powder for a little zing! Two hundred CFA (just under a dollar) buys several.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SsDbOAaM7KI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gSPPDZm7td8/s1600-h/IMG_2880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386546188009663650" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SsDbOAaM7KI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gSPPDZm7td8/s320/IMG_2880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SsDbqyfKwxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ssbLTaKSSW4/s1600-h/IMG_2881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386546682488603410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SsDbqyfKwxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ssbLTaKSSW4/s320/IMG_2881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our house is only a few blocks from 'Nigelec Central,' the main power generator in Niamey. A constant waft of dark gray smokes out of the stack. Sometimes the low frequency hum speeds up and more and darker smoke boils forth. When our neighborhood is quiet the plant can be heard in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SsDaA9s1UII/AAAAAAAAAEU/g0ylGh_ld8w/s1600-h/IMG_2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386544864432574594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SsDaA9s1UII/AAAAAAAAAEU/g0ylGh_ld8w/s320/IMG_2890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holy Smokes!!!  Is that a camel?  Sure it is.  Rumor suggests there may be camel races late this year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SsDcRhfA6rI/AAAAAAAAAE0/p4Ap0q0GtiI/s1600-h/IMG_2884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386547347939453618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SsDcRhfA6rI/AAAAAAAAAE0/p4Ap0q0GtiI/s320/IMG_2884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SsDZLO9bCpI/AAAAAAAAAEM/u91zJld20lE/s1600-h/IMG_2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Nigelec Central' serves as a landmark for taxi drivers taking us home. With a subtle wave of the hand from the roadside, a 'taximan' will bend his ear to hear your destination; if it is on the way his other passengers are traveling, he will most often give a simple nod to get in. 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We go to the local open-air market for produce, rice, and beans.  Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpL9k8hJXI/AAAAAAAAADk/E5F4WTYQiYg/s1600-h/IMG_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpL9k8hJXI/AAAAAAAAADk/E5F4WTYQiYg/s320/IMG_1344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384699825736459634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we go to the supermarket for things like yogurt, granola, cookies, and other random items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpL-c1W8jI/AAAAAAAAADs/3rjx_EWVBgw/s1600-h/IMG_1348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpL-c1W8jI/AAAAAAAAADs/3rjx_EWVBgw/s320/IMG_1348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384699840738816562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-7056882369829191330?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7056882369829191330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/groceries-in-niamey.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/7056882369829191330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/7056882369829191330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/groceries-in-niamey.html' title='Groceries in Niamey'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpL9k8hJXI/AAAAAAAAADk/E5F4WTYQiYg/s72-c/IMG_1344.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-4408341152323118800</id><published>2009-09-22T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:19:55.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to the Geography Department</title><content type='html'>Tuesday Hilary headed to the Geography Department at the Abdou Moumoni University of Niamey.  This university is the national university, and the only one in the country.  The geography department has about 35 new majors a year, and even offers a PhD.  Here is a picture of what the street looks like leading to the department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpJa1mmkEI/AAAAAAAAADc/melOdoWlGC0/s1600-h/IMG_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpJa1mmkEI/AAAAAAAAADc/melOdoWlGC0/s320/IMG_1372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384697029889265730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, Hilary met with Prof Motcho, one of the leading scholars on urban geography of Niamey.  They discussed Niamey urban form for hours, and gave some really good ideas on where to head next in her project.  The history of Niamey is so interesting, and it seems like we are just beginning to scratch the surface.  Niamey was a small village on the banks of the Niger river until the French moved their colonial capital here in 1920.  In the 1930s a series of fires ravaged the ancient part of the village, and this enabled the French to go ahead with their ideas of urban reform.  Very interesting stuff.  More to come on this as we learn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-4408341152323118800?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4408341152323118800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/visit-to-geography-department.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/4408341152323118800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/4408341152323118800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/visit-to-geography-department.html' title='Visit to the Geography Department'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpJa1mmkEI/AAAAAAAAADc/melOdoWlGC0/s72-c/IMG_1372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-5410342285839955852</id><published>2009-09-21T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:11:08.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Ramadan</title><content type='html'>Sunday was the end of Ramadan, the month long fast in Islam.  During this month, the only food and water consumed was before the sunrise, or once the sun had already set.  This fast is used as a way for people to think about those less fortunate than themselves, to experience hunger and thirst, and hopefully also compassion.   Arriving in Niamey in the middle of the fasting month was both interesting and difficult.  It was interesting to see people living in a less developed country meditating on the situation of those less fortunate than themselves.  In the words on Ben Harper, I felt blessed to be a witness of such extraordinary times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a big party!  People were out and about in their finest clothes, eating and talking the whole day with friends and family.  Here is a picture of our guard and his wife celebrating early on in the frontyard. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpIY250ySI/AAAAAAAAADU/ujOTTYbMC60/s1600-h/IMG_2868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpIY250ySI/AAAAAAAAADU/ujOTTYbMC60/s320/IMG_2868.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384695896366958882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around a bit on Sunday, enjoyed some chicken and couscous, and took in the sights.  The streets were busier than I had ever seen them!  I was glad to see people eating together!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-5410342285839955852?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/5410342285839955852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-ramadan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/5410342285839955852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/5410342285839955852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-ramadan.html' title='End of Ramadan'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpIY250ySI/AAAAAAAAADU/ujOTTYbMC60/s72-c/IMG_2868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-347654557594929680</id><published>2009-09-16T03:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:58:27.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Niamey, Niger</title><content type='html'>Chris arrived first in Niger, at 4 am on Sunday morning the 6th.  He had a 15 hour layover in Casablanca, Morocco (which he now calls “Casa” because that’s what the locals say).  He spent just a little time on the outskirts of the city.  Here’s a pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpFQUERWYI/AAAAAAAAADM/WO07L-wnMJI/s1600-h/IMG_2845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpFQUERWYI/AAAAAAAAADM/WO07L-wnMJI/s320/IMG_2845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384692451041696130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary arrived later on Sunday the 6th, at about 6 pm.  Embassy folks were at the airport to pick us up, and even brought us some pizza!  It was so nice to have support.  Monday was our first full day together in Niamey, which was spent unpacking and running errands (thanks to a very helpful guy at the American cultural center).  He took us around town to the market, where we exchanged some money and bought some essentials, and to a cyber café where we wrote the essential email to the parents telling them we had arrived.  We almost got lost on an evening walk in our neighborhood.  Here are some pictures of our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpFP39nfII/AAAAAAAAADE/dWCj7w6qwfY/s1600-h/IMG_2859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpFP39nfII/AAAAAAAAADE/dWCj7w6qwfY/s320/IMG_2859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384692443497593986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpFPa7mnDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6VyvdpMU0ak/s1600-h/IMG_2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpFPa7mnDI/AAAAAAAAAC8/6VyvdpMU0ak/s320/IMG_2857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384692435704519730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we are just doing the basics.  Getting used to the area and figuring out how to do the daily life tasks (still have to figure out what we do with trash!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-347654557594929680?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/347654557594929680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/chris-arrived-first-in-niger-at-4-am-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/347654557594929680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/347654557594929680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/chris-arrived-first-in-niger-at-4-am-on.html' title='Niamey, Niger'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpFQUERWYI/AAAAAAAAADM/WO07L-wnMJI/s72-c/IMG_2845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-203410645067223132</id><published>2009-09-16T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:50:21.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorful Colorado!</title><content type='html'>Hilary’s family hosted us for a wonderful week and a half.  Hilary’s mom pampered us and fed us well, and Hilary’s dad made sure we had things in order.  Both were much appreciated.  Hilary’s sister and her family visited one weekend, and it was so wonderful to see them.  We all went to a Richard Cheese concert (if you don’t know Dick Cheese, check this out:  http://www.richardcheese.com/).  Olivia, our 18 month old niece, is doing new things everyday.  She enjoyed hissing at Chris and hanging out with Hilary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpDkLWsilI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pgxn7mo_hj0/s1600-h/IMG_2772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpDkLWsilI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pgxn7mo_hj0/s320/IMG_2772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690593277184594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to take in some of the Denver sights, including a Rockies game (which was insanely hot and they lost).  We reconnected with some great friends and explored downtown Denver.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpDj3GUUuI/AAAAAAAAACs/AD--o_FDtaA/s1600-h/IMG_2722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpDj3GUUuI/AAAAAAAAACs/AD--o_FDtaA/s320/IMG_2722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384690587839779554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Denver Chris headed to NYC for a few-day extravaganza before Niger.  He enjoyed the MOMA and spending time with John!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-203410645067223132?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/203410645067223132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/colorful-colorado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/203410645067223132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/203410645067223132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/colorful-colorado.html' title='Colorful Colorado!'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpDkLWsilI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Pgxn7mo_hj0/s72-c/IMG_2772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-7084043688736690696</id><published>2009-09-16T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:45:52.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Magical Missouri to Leoti, KS</title><content type='html'>Before heading to Colorado, we had to do two things in Kansas.  First, we went to Lawrence and kicked it with Hilary’s advisor and fellow graduate students.  We are barbeque, sweet potato fries, and drank some beer.  It was great.  Cristin housed and fed us well, and Shimantini and Dimitra were delightful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Lawrence behind us, we headed west to Leoti (pronounced Lee-oh-tah, kind of like Yoda), KS to see Hilary’s grandmother and uncle/family.  We hung out, ate some key lime pie, introduced my grandmother to Skype, rode a merry-go-round, and drove on some beautiful Kansas back-highways.  Every time we got off the interstate, Kansas becomes beautiful.  Don’t trust what you see from I-70.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpCn5bz7gI/AAAAAAAAACk/SqaArg_GlrE/s1600-h/IMG_2667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpCn5bz7gI/AAAAAAAAACk/SqaArg_GlrE/s320/IMG_2667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384689557674651138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-7084043688736690696?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7084043688736690696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-magical-missouri-to-leoti-ks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/7084043688736690696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/7084043688736690696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-magical-missouri-to-leoti-ks.html' title='From Magical Missouri to Leoti, KS'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpCn5bz7gI/AAAAAAAAACk/SqaArg_GlrE/s72-c/IMG_2667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-1408252427129853443</id><published>2009-08-31T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:41:24.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Missouri Tour, Part III:  St. Louis to KC</title><content type='html'>From Richland/Lebanon we moved east towards St. Louis. In St. Louis we reconnected with friends Matt, Julia, Emma, Tom, and Margo. It was great to see them all! Emma and Hilary had great fun pretending (Emma is 2!) to be princesses and seals (not princess seals, although that is a great idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpBTcywUfI/AAAAAAAAACU/5mN0FAIfkng/s1600-h/IMG_2556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpBTcywUfI/AAAAAAAAACU/5mN0FAIfkng/s320/IMG_2556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384688106877243890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt;   We went to the St. Louis Arch.  Here is a pic!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpBTiO5ypI/AAAAAAAAACc/lAasz67D61M/s1600-h/IMG_2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpBTiO5ypI/AAAAAAAAACc/lAasz67D61M/s320/IMG_2576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384688108337482386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; Also, we went to a great spray park located a few blocks from the arch. From St. Louis, we stopped by Jefferson City one last time to see the Wease’s. We also stopped by our old digs in KC and saw a few folks. We had only been gone a few weeks, but already it was no longer home. Gehrig took us out to an amazing buffet at a casino! And then we hung out on the porch on Charlotte Street one last time.&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-1408252427129853443?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1408252427129853443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/magical-missouri-tour-part-iii-st-louis.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/1408252427129853443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/1408252427129853443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/09/magical-missouri-tour-part-iii-st-louis.html' title='Magical Missouri Tour, Part III:  St. Louis to KC'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SrpBTcywUfI/AAAAAAAAACU/5mN0FAIfkng/s72-c/IMG_2556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-1997767917530316742</id><published>2009-08-28T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:21:08.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Missouri Tour Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Spf6hEG4wuI/AAAAAAAAABc/4xuInS10pII/s1600-h/IMG_2334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375040126235230946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Spf6hEG4wuI/AAAAAAAAABc/4xuInS10pII/s200/IMG_2334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, alright! We're behind on the blog, so here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began Part II by visiting Chris' family in Lebanon, Missouri, including his grandma and great grandmother. Gg-ma said, "Bring me back a snapshot of you riding a giraffe." In the photos we took together she said she looked old... we look forward to celebrating her 100th birthday next fall. Also in Lebanon we visited Chris' uncle and aunt and their baby. Chris matched his uncle by biting into a habanero from the garden. His face would have melted off if not for that cold Busch Light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375042672519532578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Spf81RwX0CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Cy-SVFZBsUI/s320/IMG_2367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Richland, MO, we visited Chris' dad's parents. Outside of town is the Cave Restaurant. Before it was a restaurant it was a dancehall, a speakeasy, a mafia hangout (can that be true??) and a party scene. See the pix, along with those of the family and the record collection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375046167624162546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SpgAAuCQHPI/AAAAAAAAACE/jqgF8-ESCIE/s320/IMG_2458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375044107324142946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Spf-Iy0ctWI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Jn8WSkrtFKg/s320/IMG_2434.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375048391296377490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SpgCCJ3BYpI/AAAAAAAAACM/QROZzlVYxG4/s320/IMG_2533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-1997767917530316742?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/1997767917530316742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/magical-missouri-tour-part-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/1997767917530316742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/1997767917530316742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/magical-missouri-tour-part-ii.html' title='Magical Missouri Tour Part II'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/Spf6hEG4wuI/AAAAAAAAABc/4xuInS10pII/s72-c/IMG_2334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-4626353107303205141</id><published>2009-08-16T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T15:49:51.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Missouri Tour:  Part 1, Columbia</title><content type='html'>Hilary's back is on the mend, and so our tour has officially begun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we headed to &lt;a href="http://www.cooperslanding.net/"&gt;Cooper's Landing&lt;/a&gt;, a bar/campground on the bank of the Missouri River right on the Lewis and Clark Trail. There were a few bands, a nice sunset, and some delicious Thai food. We left Cooper's Landing and made our way back to Holts Summit (chez Wease) via back roads through corn fields and on the edge of the river. Chris' dad has an intimate knowledge of these back roads. It was great to experience the country side at night, on small roads through small towns, all the time listening to a mix of music from the 1970s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we made our way to Columbia, MO to visit some friends, who coincidentally were helping set up and play in an all day music fest at a giant house. Some dude struck it big in computer stuff in the 90s, and now has a recording studio in his house, and every year he celebrates the recording talent with a free and open to the public party. Free food, beer, and music! Pretty great! Here are a few picture of the festivities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SoiMi8McPgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v_6A-ra_YxQ/s1600-h/IMG_2250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SoiMi8McPgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v_6A-ra_YxQ/s320/IMG_2250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370697087541067266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SoiMiF1TeqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rE_m-_jRtfQ/s1600-h/IMG_2239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SoiMiF1TeqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/rE_m-_jRtfQ/s320/IMG_2239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370697072948509346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we visited with another of Chris' friends, Dave.  Here is a picture of us at his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SoiL-W9NUwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tY6qq_kke3M/s1600-h/IMG_2265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SoiL-W9NUwI/AAAAAAAAAAk/tY6qq_kke3M/s320/IMG_2265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370696459069772546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on our tour is Richland and Lebanon to visit more of the family, and hopefully see some great local attractions, including Caveman BBQ, Bridal Cave, and get pizza that is so big you have to have a truck to pick it up.  We will get pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilary and Chris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-4626353107303205141?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/4626353107303205141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/magical-missouri-tour-part-1-columbia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/4626353107303205141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/4626353107303205141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/magical-missouri-tour-part-1-columbia.html' title='Magical Missouri Tour:  Part 1, Columbia'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RfsDXKMaLOc/SoiMi8McPgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/v_6A-ra_YxQ/s72-c/IMG_2250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-659910438545597007.post-7157728844876420991</id><published>2009-08-13T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:17:37.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Missouri Tour Blues</title><content type='html'>This week was to begin our grand Magical Missouri Tour, the first step in our move closer to Niamey, Niger.  But alas, the universe had other plans for Hungerford and Wease.  Hilary's hips and hopes became displaced during our move on Sunday.  The Magical Missouri Tour has been momentarilly postponed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/659910438545597007-7157728844876420991?l=theniameytimes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/feeds/7157728844876420991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/magical-missouri-tour-blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/7157728844876420991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/659910438545597007/posts/default/7157728844876420991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theniameytimes.blogspot.com/2009/08/magical-missouri-tour-blues.html' title='Magical Missouri Tour Blues'/><author><name>Hilary and Chris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11562696668937327229</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
