And we were sitting on a log that termites had finished
with, balancing. Palm wine is 2000 francs guinéens per skin, about a litre.
Easy to drink, even when it’s hot. And it’s always hot. Or warm. There is no
good equilibrium between sweetness cloying sweetness and vinegar pee fart
juice. But some things don’t matter when you’re drinking.
There was a young girl wearing yellow, including a bucket on
her head that was yellow. An older girl went by with what are those pancakes in
a bit of brown paper. Presented them to some seated men. Commissioned
undoubtedly, she didn’t eat any of any of them.
I was holding a chicken with my feet. A cock at that, seven
dollars at that. But its legs were tied together with a band of blue so it
wouldn’t have gotten away quick even if it had been inspired to go and if I
hadn’t been gently retaining it. But I got up to pee on the other side of the
dry streambed so I confided the chicken to auntie sitting just in front of me selling tappets,
and she confided it to her sister next to her. I came back from the openair
bathroom finding the pancake lady. One thousand each to break the bank so
emptied my pockets acquiring them, brought them back to share. Oily and
leavened a bit and with rice flour and tepid and a bit hard so we devoured
them.
Time to go cause the wine and the wine are gone. Back to
bikes. Back to the market. Bought more wine, the red kind in the bottles that
are repurposed to hold gasoline later. So it can get hot against my sweaty back
on the way home. Or we could send it with mom. Ended up choosing the later.
Better for transport, worse for potential hydration on the ride home. Two
almost crashes and one real one, involving a domesticated animal.
The road is flat and rocky, barren, exposed, gravelly, flesh
wasting away to expose the hard white bone beneath. I traded bikes and rode the
“Eastman” blue one with the upside down bars and bent cranks. It had a slow
leak that got faster. Later we found out that there were two trous. The chain
was skipping and descending frequently too so frequently that I finally gave up
flustered and traded back. The air boiled away, leaving only dust and light
behind, each competing for my antagonism but instead they got beat by
yeast+sugar.
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