Day +5

La position allongée n'était pas pour Oblomov un besoin, comme elle l'est pour un malade ou quelqu'un qui a sommeil. ce n'était pas un hasard, comme pou run homme fatigué; pas non plus une volupté, comme elle peut l'être pour un paresseux: c'était l'état normal.

This heat knocks me down like a hammer. I spent the last three days more or less entirely in lying position with the ventilator creating a soft breeze. No photos yet, but they will come, I promise.

In the meantime I started to learn Fon, the main language here. I learned to say that I stole maize: Un fi bade. Locals on the other hand would say: yovo fi bade, the white person stole maize, which makes them laugh a lot - here I am so exotic, I cannot go unnoticed, and whereever I pass, the children go yovo yovo, bonsoir! (Apology to those who actually master this language, I learn to speak, not necessarily to write.) It seems to be an easy language, no conjugations, meaning of time and place is deducted from the context, but it becomes difficult by its intonation, a bit like chanting.

Until the next time, edabo (bye)