So, as you can see, work has started to get rolling for me. I've made some friends, and know who I like spending time with. Things have definitely gotten better since the first terrifying month. Probably one of the things I love the most here are the taxis. Any other volunteer would probably think I'm crazy.
Taxis here are the bane of our existence.
They are slow, they are crowded, they break, and they never leave when you want them to. But they are so quintessentially Guinea, life is so real and inescapable in a bush taxi, that I really do enjoy them. This is not to say, of course, that I haven't engaged in my fair share of screaming matches with taxi drivers, or angry glares with policemen at barricades. Enjoyment is not the same as fun. It gives me a perverse joy when the taxi driver has to push a foot off the windshield so he can see the road.