These
past two months have been crazy for me... and after a whole week back
at post (working very hard I might add).. I went to Cotonou to pick
Erik up in the airport!!
At
this point I don't know how much time he has had to process Benin –
He has seen the craziness of Cotonou and met a few of my neighbors. I
still thought it might be fun to give you some of his first
impressions :)
***
This
is a country of energy. My introduction to Benin was my first night
in Cotonou. As my plane was descending into Cotonou, I saw a city
spread out as far as I could see. There were no tall buildings, just
a massive horizontal expanse blanketing the earth along the shores.
The heat and humidity were stifling. Cotonou airport was abuzz. We
were shuttled from the tarmac to the baggage claim and madness
ensued. Everyone was fighting for their bags and eagerly offering to
help with mine (for a price of course).The security guards were
yelling at me to open my bags, but I could not understand their
language. They finally got so frustrated they just told me to go
through. I was relieved to see Zoe in the crowd, and this was closely
followed by my first Zem (moto-taxi) interaction.
Negotiating
a taxi ride is an exercise in haggling, with the drivers and Zoe
yelling out conflicting franc amounts and calling each other crazy.
I've come to learn that this is entirely normal, and she is very good
at it! The drivers themselves are impressive, as well. I've seen them
carrying 100lbs of luggage and a passenger; they carry livestock,
building materials, basically anything you want, and they are
EVERYWHERE. I've never seen so many motorcycles in my life. After a
quick stop at the hotel, we took a short walk to meet her friend
Amber for some felafel at a local restaurant, then returned to our
room for some long awaited rest.
The
next day, we got up early and I saw much more of the city. The
tropical trees and interesting architecture make for a beautiful
locale. People line the streets offering various goods multiple
times, regardless of your reply. It is a very loud place, and drivers
of all kinds LOVE to use their horns. We went food shopping at a
Lebanese grocery store, had lunch at a veggie shwarma place (Karim
24), I took a nice long nap on the beach near Erevan (a giant Target
like expat store), and toured the artisans market. There we found
several huts in a park selling hand made souvenirs: masks, drums,
sculptures, etc. In the evening we had a lovely dinner at Tandoori
Nights, a local Indian restaurant (a treat from my Aunt Cindy), and
wine with a fruit salad for dessert at a restaurant called New
Livingstones just a block away. We both went to bed exhausted. The
heat definitely takes its toll on my sensitive western body. Zoe has
gotten used to it and is less affected.
The
next morning I awoke very sick. I'll spare you the gory details, but
my digestive system is having a lot of trouble adjusting. I've spent
the entire second day in mild agony, finding it difficult to eat,
drink, move, and think. This made for a less than bearable taxi ride
to her village, about an hour outside of Cotonou, near the city of
Porto Novo. I wasn't sure exactly what to expect, but I am happy now
that I'm here and can see how my other half lives. The village is a
maze of dirt roads lined by vegetation, goats, and curious children.
The people here are clearly not accustomed to seeing white people. We
march through a chorus of chants, “Yovo, Yovo, Yovo!” (It
basically means whitey). At first I found this amusing, but it does
make me a bit uneasy knowing just how much we stand out, that
everyone sees us, that everyone is watching us.
Zoe's
home is quite nice, relative to most. She lives in a concrete house
behind the walls of a small compound, home to about 4 other families.
Everyone is happy to see me and eager to speak. I wish we could
understand each other. My conversations with the locals have
consisted of “Hello. I don't speak French. Thank you, goodbye.”
I'm getting frustrated because I'm used to being social and friendly
and I can't do that here. We traversed her local market and Zoe
introduced me to several of her friends, and I met the older women
from whom she buys her food. They all seemed very nice and happy to
meet me. Even though our cultures are drastically different, I get
the sense that there are indeed people here who really care about Zoe
and would like to make her fe
el comfortable and welcome. This is very
encouraging.
Anyway,
I'm still feeling a little sick but I'm starting to recover. I just
hope this clears up by tomorrow so we can get out and explore! To
everyone at home, I love and miss you all and I look forward to
sharing my stories and pictures with you in a few weeks! Au revoir!
***
Hope
you enjoyed that – I sure enjoyed a break from writing this week
and I'm enjoying having Erik here to spend time with me :-D
Love
Z