Thursday, May 21, 2009

Women's Day

March 8th was International Women’s Day. I happened to be in Awinatt Zbil to help Mike and Jackie celebrate. Mike and Jackie opened up a Girl’s Mentoring Center in Awinatt, so this was the first year the mentors got to celebrate with Peace Corps.

In true Mauritanian fashion, we had lots of zrig (milk and sugar), tea, and dates. It was one of the ways we can show our appriciation for the girlies in town and have fun!



Jackie and I with some of the women.



No party is complete without a bucket of zrig!



Some of the women helping Mike and Jackie set up.



Tea for everyone!



Snack time! Dates and cream. Yummy!



Musical interlude.



Some of the mentors. And one all henna-ed out.



The aftermath... Mike's pooped. Who needs more tea?

Videos!

My friend Whitney came to town to visit for a day and took videos and more pictures. The first video is a tour of our market, the big hub of our village. It was quite lively that day...



The second one is how we travel in Mauritania. Basically stuff as many people as you can into one car. And children under 6 don't count as people because you can just throw them on top of your lap. They've gotten this down pretty well. Eight people in a 5 person car is not unheard of. The car we took into town had a total of 7. Roomy! And one of my students says "Hello!"



More Glimpses of my town...



This is Toutou and I. She works at the school with me. She went with us into town and is sitting next to me in the car. You might catch a glimpse of her viel.



We're loading up the car. Complete with donkey cart on top. The wheel was broken so they had to take it into Aioun, my regional capital.



This is one of the main "roads" in Agjert.



Obviously, we are very keen on renovating property...



Butchers slaughtering meat. You can only buy meat in our town Mondays and Fridays. And with no sort of refrigeration, the entire goat needs to be sold that day. Unless you make goat jerky and dry strips of meat. This guy here just lost his head...



The mosque closest to me in town. I've gotten used to this guy's prayer call, he's my favorite.