We're still encountering some rather irritating hold-ups so one of the other staff members and I went to the market to talk to the potters and try and gather some information for an ethnoarchaeological project she's working on. Five marriage proposals later and we felt our resolve waning. The funny thing is, even if you try to tell them you're already married, they just insist that you need an African husband, too. We've contemplated buying rings to wear on our ring fingers just so we can navigate the market more swiftly and efficiently, dodging all but the most determined. I will have to report back on the effectiveness of this ploy.
Spent yesterday building book shelves out of cinder blocks and spare wood and meeting the mayors of the towns I'll be running surveys through. Resourcefulness and patience seem to be the main things holding this project together right now. And alcohol. Nigerian gin (in a Dutch gin bottle) and fresh squeezed orange juice (as in, I just stuck a fork through an orange) are my saving grace right now. We've already polished off a bottle of Jack. Please let us start digging soon.
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