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Matt

So, last weekend I went up to Dakar, Senegal for the West African Invitational Softball Tournament. About 30 PCVs went up from The Gambia, with many more from Senegal, Mali, and Mauritania. Three types of people went: those playing competitively, those playing non-competitively, and those going just for the heck of it. I was solidly in the non-competitive arena, in large part because I suck at softball. Haven’t played since little league, and I wasn’t all that into it then either. But it’s fun, and it breaks the ice, so why not?
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Okay… some people have expressed an interest in getting some updated pictures of me without my PC-training-acquired scruffage. So, here’s a couple shots. The close-up isn’t so great (perhaps part of is that I take a lot of these sorts of close-ups and , but I really like the zoomed-out version.

You know you love ‘em. Here are a few new videos I shot the other day when Lamin was over and I was introducing him to my laptop that had just arrived via PCV courier-express.

Rhythm loves to do this thing where if you’re sitting in a chair, she’ll come up to you and try like crazy to climb onto your lap. You can help her up, but if you do, be aware that she’ll start furiously kissing your face, gently biting your ear, and climbing up your body to kiss everywhere on your head, including inside your ears, nose, all over your face… it’s really kind of ridiculous, but it’s awfully sweet.

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So, just a quick update. Sorry I haven’t written too much recently, things have been really busy. Here’s the low-down on what’s going on in crazy dusty sand-covered voltage-regulating fish-head-friendly Mattland:

Firstly, I’m not getting a bike. I can understand why, really. To begin, there aren’t any trauma centers here in The Gambia, so if I were hit by a car or got in an accident then I’d be really screwed. And second, if I got a bike, every other volunteer in Kombo would start screaming for their own, too. That would open a huge can of worms that, if I were in my CD’s shoes, I wouldn’t want to touch with a ten-foot pole.
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