Hanging in the Capital, ready to move on.
It was so nice to see Ann at UNHCR in N’Djamena again. She is just getting back from leave and told us how “Chad is home,” and she likes coming home. Talking with Ann, you can feel her passion and immediately know that her job is not just a job for her. She has great insight as to what makes sense in an area where little seems to make sense.
We drove through the city, from hotel to UNHCR, a route that I have gone by many times now, but I can’t say that I’m used to it. It’s a busy city, with cars and motorcycles filling the streets and honking, so much honking. We go by the Presidential Palace, with its armed guards protecting every entrance. For someone like me, used to the kick-back streets of Redondo and Hermosa Beach, there is definitely a different kind of feeling on these drives.
These two days here are about getting the necessary permits, which allow us to travel to the east and convert KTJ and I into journalists (!!), and about finding a way to get way too much weight on to the small little planes that fly out to Abeche. We will not know for sure how much we can take with us until Wednesday morning at the airport. We’ve divided things in order of importance, with our tech equipment at the top of the list. Our food does not look like enough for two weeks, but I’m sure we’ll make it last. Included in the menu for this trip is the same as always: tuna, nuts, dry fruit, and some caffeine pills. I’m already very much missing my diet-sodas and the sf red bulls, but the pills do the job.
We have a few days before the first day of webcasting, so the pace of work has not been as intense as it will get. I’ll give you a run down of what’s ahead of us on tomorrow’s entry. Please get some more people to sign the petition to President Bush. We’re getting some great notes from people that are signing; add yours!
I’m anxious to get out to the camps…