Messages from
Niger

The cross in Africa - logo at the guest house office

Monday, February 2, 2004
We are just back from our evening class and before going to bed we'll get a web message out and ready to send for tomorrow. We were out and about this morning enjoying another perfect weather day. Right after lunch we heard the wind blow and looking out the window the beatuiful blue sky had turned yellow. The Harmattan winds were blowing Sahara sand from the north. We walked up the hill to the main office where there is a phone and where we have been checking our email. It was hard to breath and we could feel the grit in our teeth. When we said to the office director that we must be experiencing the Harmattan winds and dust, he said, "Oh this is nothing, sometimes we can't see the gate," (the gate is about 200 feet away).
So we were glad it was just a little storm. The winds did die down, but the dust lingered in the air.