Crazy Train

As promised to my parents I am updating my blog. I realize I have been pretty bad about updating it, but at least that means life has picked up here and I’ve been busier than in the beginning. Now I will try, ever so briefly, to update you on the more fun aspects of the past month.

As some of you may have heard PC Senegal host WAIST, the west African softball tournament, (I am still not sure if it is supposed to be spelled WAIST, WASTE or WAST).  This delightful event happens every February and is a tournament between many PC team, from not only Senegal but other neighboring countries, and American expat groups living in Dakar.  For some, ie the expat groups, it is a semi-serious tournament, but for us dirty weirdos that are driven to think spending 2 years pooping in a hole is a wise career choice, there is no semblance of seriousness in our part of the tournament.  I can’t begin to adequately describe what it was like, so I’ll just give some highlight and you can let your imagination run wild…you probably wont be too far off the mark either. 

My lovely dakar region team 

So here is how it went…

Each PC team has a theme and wore costumes fitting theses themes..(examples, Leiderhosen, Space, Jersey shore, cops and robbers) However, being a group of people who can’t just do what is expected these themes took many different directions.  On of my favorite being the kid who dressed up as the hamburglar (cops and robbers), he was always perfectly in character and always sported that creep smile the hamburglar has. 

These themes not only added visual flair to the games but seeped their way into the games themselves.  When I say we didn’t play seriously, it is probably better to say when two PC teams played each other, we didn’t really play softball at all.  Our games were spent playing red rover and then leapfrog with runners, building human pyramids to bat, chasing after the hamburglar after he stole a base, and hardly ever having an actual mit in my hand.  Most people played without mits and chose to catch the ball with their hands, hats, pillow cases or even better run away when the ball came towards them.  Again it wasn’t really softball at all. A better description would be recess at the looney bin.  None the less it was some of the most fun I’ve ever had playing Softball and will be counting down the day till this delightful tradition rolls around again. 

Pyramid batting  

The infamous Hamburglar (not the burger in his hand) 

After that little hiatus of fun, I am back in site working, however my ancien is leaving in about a week so we had a going away weekend in Popenguine for him, and then I going to his American goodbye party next week.  In the mean time I’ve been trying to work hard at the reserve and at nights, especially when I am graced with having electricity, so this month is not a complete loss (work wise).  And now I am woefully out of battery on my computer so I will leave my post with this….I will try my darndest to be better about updates, even little ones, but if I go absent for a bit again (lets hope not) just assume I’m busy and be happy that I’ve found some work to do and fun to have.