Today again we had hoped again to be able to meet, but I was still strongly coughing and didn’t have much voice, so even if we had gotten together, I wouldn’t have been able to communicate very much. Guy came to the hotel in the morning with his wife Odette. He was on his way to Dakar for a UN-sponsored conference on improving medicine delivery in sub-Saharan Africa, she was driving him to the airport. We chatted for a few minutes. We all expressed regret that we weren’t able to get together, but these things sometimes happen.
We looked forward to my next visit later in the year. Then we parted company and said au revoir, until we see each other again. I again spent the rest of the day resting, reading and writing. I’m thankful I was able to get a very good price on a comfortable hotel for this stay. When on is sick in Africa, it really doesn’t help morale or recovery to stay in a marginal hotel. I don’t mind that when I’m well, but when I’m ill, it’s comforting to be comfortable and at ease.
I trust I shall be well enough tomorrow to travel on to my last African stop: Cameroon.