On Sunday a bunch of us expatriates decided to make a little trip to a nearby lake. We wanted to assess whether we could find a new Sunday walk route from the lake back to our compound...
The day that I left Chad a text message arrived an hour before hopping on a plane for my holidays (I write this from idyllic-but-obviously-not-too-distant Stone town, Zanzibar).
It has been brought to my attention, most unceremoniously, that I have kept the blog more descriptive than personal, more playful than ranting, more academic than grit.
Chad remains politically active. We don’t get mentioned much on the BBC anymore, but news is that the government has declared a “state of emergency” for two weeks.
This is written from the MSF compound in Abéché, whereto I’ve been partially evacuated. If you’re following the news, you know that things are a bit hairy here in Chad.
I’ve never been in a country while a coup d’etat is happening. This afternoon, while at the staff compound, our team hushes while listening carefully to BBC Africa.
Every place has something about it that makes it unique. It is the background that provides the relief against which all is made contrast, visible, and dynamic...
