Friday 3rd
The conference is over, praise be, and Dr. Marianne's husband Achille has found me a studio apartment to move into while I'm here, which is pretty exciting. Thus far I've been at the Catholic Mission, which is cheap by Niamey standards (7 quid a night, and I get a 10% 'doctor discount' on top!), the room is clean, has a fan and nets over the "Four-Poster" beds (metal beds with four posts welded to the corners - a surprisingly useful trick, as it happens), and a (cold) shower ensuite. There's a shady courtyard outside which I am not the only one to find pleasant - last night when I got back there was a large, rather beautiful moth drying itself under one of the trees, and tonight this fellow.
I met him following an evening drinking with the peace corps lot and listening to Nigérien music, which was roughly as you might expect traditional African music to sound if played by a four-piece guitar band so that people could get down on the dance floor to it. It wasn't quite what I was expecting, but it was fun.
Mon 6th
No posts over the weekend - the internet and the power took turns to fail all across the city, and I spent most of the time moving to the new apartment, buying stuff for it, and taking shelter from the biggest thunderstorm yet. Today has, predictably, been taken up mostly by taking paperwork to the hospital and being told to come back tomorrow. Now I have to run to the bank to change some travellers' cheques - more tomorrow, maybe!
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