I thought I wasn’t coming in today because Mirabelle was afraid but she got over it and came and picked me up and we headed into IRD. We are not going to go to the NGO until probably Thursday when there is a meeting because it’s just not safe yet. On our drive to work, which was my first day out of the house in 3 days, you could see some of the buildings that had rocks thrown through them. I didn’t see any that were burned only a few with broken windows and people trying to re-group in the Monday morning sun. Mirabelle said it took her an hour this morning to find someone who had gas. There are informal gas stations along the road that sell gas out of plastic water bottles and just dump it into your bike’s tank. But today people were still getting their feet up, so it was hard to find someone with gas.
I’m tired of wearing the same clothes everyday, day four almost in the same dress. Thankfully I grabbed three pairs of underwear so that hasn’t been too rough. But since I’m the only white person in the house I also have no access to conditioner and my hair is getting a little out of my control. Dreadlocks may be my new look unless I can solve this issue quickly.
Together we decided that we were not going to go to the NGO unless Fatou and the director of the NGO say it is safe. Also most of the women live really far away form the Ngo so nobody is there now anyways. Just taking it easy today!
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