One of the mainstays in our diet in CI was peanuts or "ground nuts" as they are called in Africa. Our favorite waiter, Augustin (more about him later), brought these to us as we worked diligently in our terrace "office." On these blustery winter days, I long for the hot and humid afternoons with dodgy electricity on the roof in CI. I'd even take the smell of diesel over sub-freezing temperatures. Granted, I wouldn't necessarily want to be there now, per se, but the thought of enjoying tropical breezes makes doing any kind of work more palatable. Oh, Africa.
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