Wolfs in a Bag's photostream

View from La Breche in Natitingou. Cold, drinkable Beninoise is so delicious on a hot day (and every day is a hot day). Henry got a Coke, the wimp. But even here it's all glass bottles and sugar cane.

Angenine and Faveuse. With the cold harmattan everyone has brought out their winter gear. Shaven heads must get cold.

Caught this guy thinking I could sell it to someone to make gri gri. I've heard of people grinding up chamaeleon and rubbing it into fresh razor cuts to imbue the person with the power to kill with one punch. Unfortunately I couldn't find anyone who would take the guy, so I let him go that night. The kids got a kick out of him, though.

Quizito.

He took me hunting this week and we spent a very satisfying 7 hours together walking around out in the bush. Without guns, hunting is kind of a flop-- we throw sticks at birds and rats and lizards, but always miss. I'll have to go again soon to see if I've improved.

Little Gabain's rough-ass feet. You can't tickle this guys feet to make him giggle, he won't feel it. Notice this big ol' rift he's got underneath his big toe. The next day a whole bunch of skin lifted off to reveal his pink under-skin and he complained for a couple days.