We were at a loss for what to do the first afternoon since we had to send a car for the midwife trainees–we will call them matrones, since they will not reach the level of a midwife. And we had no medicines to treat patients–but we heard of festival in Ingall so we decided head for the party. It is a very traditional celebration of the baptism of the prophet unique to Ingall.
The costumes were pretty amazing…
The women beat on little tambourine like hand drums and the men dance forward to their rhythms.
These scarey dudes were about three feet tall.
What a great read. Thanks so much for these meaty posts! What amazing calm you show despite one logistical nightmare after the next! Hurrah for the agadez rotary club!!!!!!!