We breakfast on hot sugary tea and fried dough balls (a bit like beignets but without the sugar). I completely associate these with Chad. Just like the barbequed meat (cow?
Randra or Suby? The team are trying to decide what acronym they should use for me and Sandra, along the lines of Brangelina and Tomkat. Sandra and I have been inseparable.
It’s the silent ones that you notice. In an outpatient’s department (OPD) full of people and screaming children you notice the ones that are quiet. It might mean something’s seriously wrong.
Kowaja! Kowaja! Kowaja! Or the mouse shuffling round the tent at night. Or the dahl every...single...day! I’m trying to list all the things I WON’T miss about Jamam. It will make leaving easier.
The oddest sight is all the camels, cows and goats. You expect people to only carry the clothes on their backs and a few belongings when fleeing attacks, but some refugees brought their cattle.
