During this morning's commute MoBob and I spotted the Meat Truck (la Camion de Viande) as usual on one of the main roads into town. However, today there was an auspicious difference - in addition to the regular random cuts of meat sticking out from under the flapping tarp, there was something shimmering and undulating in the back of the truck.
As we drew closer we could see what these strange things were.
They were stomachs. And they were full. Hence the jiggle.
A team of consultants just arrived from various places for a big evaluation. I've met a couple of them before so I'm looking forward to catching up. I've only done one TDY (in Benin to conduct a gender analysis) so I've never been a parachuting consultant myself. It's impressive. After 10+ hours in a plane, they're ready to sit in a meeting for several hours and then off to the field for the next 2-3 weeks, and finally settle in front of a computer and write everything up. It's like extreme sports except with befuddled villagers.