Today we collected data in the middle of Bassam in a neighborhood that is pretty mixed with Muslims and Christians. It is more or less where Veronique and the kids live (in fact I saw Veronique at the end of the day). We began our day at the local Maquis (small French like restaurant) and had our meeting and then I stayed there for awhile with the flies and watched the street action. The man cooking the meat for the restaurant was on the street selling it to those passing by and those eating in. He was very nice although at one point one of the taxi guys walked up and pulled out one of his pieces of wood from his fire and lit his smoke with it. They had some words. (The old man cooking could hold his own.)
While I was in the cafe a guy approached me and asked if I wanted a coca. I thought he was the owner although I wasn't sure because he seemed like he had a strong buzz going. I thought why not and said sure I'll have one. And then I changed my mind and asked if he had Sprite instead. He look at the me like what the hell are you talking about and that's when I figured out it was a different kind of coca. (He too asked if I was Italian. What is it?) I then watched as he climbed on his motorcycle with his girl on the back and took off for who knows where. Welcome to West Africa.
John Doces. Je vous écris de la Côte-d'Ivoire en Afrique.