So a late Happy Turkey Day to everyone in the States! Unfortunately no turkey was available here in Cameroon, but we made do by grilling up 12 chickens at the Garoua PC office. Mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, fried okra, stuffing, stuffed tomatoes, deviled eggs and all sorts of other goodies were on the menu so we can't complain all that much! AND, I believe the trainees heading up to the Extreme North after training are researching the possibility of slaughtering a goat for Christmas. Yes, you heard that correctly. We shall see if that ever comes to fruition.

And thanks very much to those of you who voted on the poll this past week in which I asked for your advice on what to do upon getting to Bogo. Although judging by the results I have a sneaking suspicion that my mother voted multiple times, or is atleast guilty of coercing the voting public. While I will respect the results and call my mother as soon as I step foot on Bogo soil, I just want everyone to know that I hope that all future polls will be conducted in a free and fair manner.

And at the top of this post there is a picture of me with some of my family members here in Nassarao. Internet connection here is iffy at best, so getting even one picture up is a hassle. And yes, I am wearing my boubou. Unfortunately the little white hat that goes with it is far too small for my massive head. Additionally, this photo was taken at about 6 in the morning. One evening I had told my family that I wanted a picture with them the next morning, thinking to myself somewhere in the ballpark of 9 or 10AM, after a nice breakfast and a cold bucket bath. My two younger brothers had a different agenda, and proceeded to bang on my bedroom door at about 5:45 that morning as the sun was just starting to make an appearance. I guess the excitement was just too much to handle. Hence I look like I just crawled out of my bed. Nevertheless, I think I look quite dashing in my Cameroonian man dress.