We stepped off the plane onto the landing strip and into the blazing sun. "This isn't the hot season," we keep reminding ourselves, as we wipe the sweat from our foreheadsand fan ourselves with whatever is available. It may not be the hot season, but it certainly is hot.
Once we all were through customs, having had our passports, visas, World Health Org. forms checked, I and 46 other Peace Corps trainees congregated by the baggage claim conveyor belt. All of our backpacks, suitcases, and guitars made it here safely, and 47 PCTs breathed a collective sigh of relief.
Tondi, a 6foot+ Nigerien man with the jolliest laugh imaginable, led us outside, where we were met by a group of smiling Peace Corps volunteers with welcome signs and bottles of water. "Is it cold?" someone asked hopefully.
"No...this is Niger. Don't worry. You'll love it."
So far, I do.
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