This is me with another new volunteer; John, and my LCF (language coordination facilitator) Konfe.  If there were rock stars in BF they would look like Konfe.  He's awesome though, and a big reason why I can speak the French that I can.  He is actually a journalist in another city here.  I had to do a serious picture to see if I could look as intimidating as he does.  Time will tell.  John with the 'stach completes the trio nicely. 

I'm dressed here in what is called a booboo.  They are the typical formal wear here, worn slightly more often by Muslim men or high officials, but really everyone wears them when they want to look sharp.  They are incredibly comfortable, thought a little hot.  Mine is a full booboo, with pants cut like any other slacks, and the long sleeve shirt that goes down to the knees.  To get one, one simply needs to buy the cloth for it, sold as "peignes" (pronounced panyas by Americans) and take them to your local tailor.  A tailor is a good friend to have here.

Hopefully I get to visit and hang out with Konfe in the future.  He was goofy occaisionally; one time I was trying to explain snowballs to him in french.  I asked if he ever saw snowballs in BF, he said "no, perhaps balls of heat or sun balls" and then proceeded to mime catching heat into a ball and chuckle to himself.  He's a cool dude.