A Terrible Day For Taxis

Patrick was getting a little cabin fever so we are again in Niamey. You will never know how boring just sitting around and reading can be until you have been doing it for one year straight with no other option for distraction. Also, we are moving into mini hot season and this means nasty days with too many flies and sweat running down my head. I have adopted a policy of hiding from the heat by staying inside until six o'clock pm, but do not get ahead of yourself because I do not have an air conditioner; my house just remains ten degrees or so cooler than the outside world. This is a huge help. Okay, so I am rambling just a little!!! Back to the story of the day....

The taxis are on strike today. AHHHHHHH!!!! Something about gas prices being raised. I really do not know because I do not own a radio and the news paper does not come to my home town. This is supposed to last for two days. Two days of walking around a city of 1 million people with no system of public transportation except taxis. And this is a city with one hell of an urban sprawl problem. So getting from one spot to another can be a bit of a bitch without the help of your local Taxi Man. Maybe we will just stay in one spot for two days, but that can be a bit of a bad idea too. I mean really... I wanted to go swimming tomorrow. Cool, crisp, blue, chlorinated swimming pool of my wildest dreams. Can you sense my sadness?

Post Script; Yesterday was my one year anniversary!!!