Bye bye Canga

So, that’s it for Canga.  Another chapter closed, a new beginning [insert appropriate cliché here].  And as I’ll be working on the same project, sometimes catching up with some of the same people, it doesn’t feel like I’ve totally left.  Plus from a work perspective it was long overdue.  Still, I will miss the life there sometimes.

Having said that... it's off to Paris for me!  For now I'm just chilling in Mossley, doing as little as possible.  Next week I've got the all important visa meeting (should be fine.... ) and a week's work in Farnborough before getting on that plane one last time.

Well, not really one last time of course.  I'll have to come back probably to finalise the packing.  And I'll be back here for Christmas I think. And maybe whenever I feel like a little english countryside.  Still, you know, the moment called for a dramatic flourish I think.

To wish me farewell, my team made up an African dress, very pretty.  I'm wearing my normal uniform underneath but apart from that it fit amazingly.  Apparently Alain went with Fatima into Moribadou and dragged women off the street to demonstrate to the tailor my size.  Must have been entertaining for everyone.

Not long before I left, I went with some of the other guys and we hiked from Dabatini on Pic de Fon (one half of the Simandou Range that is part of our concession) to Mt Oueleba (the other half).  Below are some pics shamelessly stolen from a few friends from that hike.  Paris is a beautiful city, but not known for it's parks, certainly not in the centre.  I'm really going to miss this slice of nature.

Canga East