I arrived at Tamesna School in the car with M. le maire (Mr. mayor) of Ingal known to us as Sidi. This car,(the one the government let’s him use) is a very nice new one—with televisions in the back of the headrests—that of course don’t work). It had a flat on its nice new tires about an hour into the trip. We, as is the norm in Africa, got a late start so it was after dark. Sidi was in meetings all day, but about 5:30 we left Agadez. It was in the region on Tiguirwit, where there is a lot of standing water. What does this mean? — not cool breezes, but voracious mosquitoes. Since there were no mosquitos in Agadez and never are at Tamesna, my repellent was buried deep in the dark pile of luggage removed from the car to find the tire. I bundled up in my turban, but a mosquito can always find its way in. The mosquitos did not succeed in carrying me away, the driver got the tire changed and we proceeded on the spare at about 15 mph. We were almost to Mararraba, the last turn off to Tamesna, when the spare tire blew. This one of course had no spare. Fortunately the telephone network was good and we were able to call our crew at Tamesna who had gone in advance. By the time they arrived and got me back to Tamesna, it was 10 pm, I was starving and grumpy, but delighted to arrive at my third home and a delicious veggie saute that Bahari had prepared.
The next day, the director of the school came by to say hello and give me a progress report on the school. He says the kids here are more focused than those in town so they learn faster and kids in second grade here are correcting those in sixth grade in Ingal and Agadez. Sidi says that he has discussed this with the inspector of schools and they are in agreement that at the end of this year, our top class skip a grade because they are so far ahead of the norm.