My name here is Tamumu, which is a Tuareg name and thus very special (or so I was told). Traditionally, it is the name given to a girl who has a twin brother, but I just like it becuase it sounds like Talulah.

We were given our names at the bapteme ceremony, and there was much dancing. I'll spare you the details, but I succeeded in reminding myself that white girls cannot, in fact, dance. Afterwards, we walked to the "bar next door." The whole place consisted of a bar underneath a thatched roof, a TV, and some tables and chairs in the sand. It was pretty empty because of Ramadan, but we were still able to meet a few people and practice our French. The bar was also the site of my first experience with an African toilet (hole in the ground).

To, kalatonton!
Goodbye!

written by  The Boston Wanderer on September 2, 2008 from Niamey, Niger
from the travel blog: Sandstorms
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You'd better be taking pictures. And I have actual footage that proves that you CAN in fact dance.

written by  K2 on September 3, 2008

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Photos please! Whoa it all sounds so amazing. All those new things, even a new name! Well I'm calling you Tamumu from now on, or just Tamu for short.

P.S. Does the yoghurt taste different there? Just curious because it's a totally different climate and the cows must be frying out there all day in that heat.

written by  Clarissa on September 9, 2008

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