My worth hog party went fairly well, though it could have been better. Originally, my counterpart and I planned to have the party Saturday night, but no pig could be found until Sunday evening, meaning the party would have to wait until Monday night. My counterpart had sent three hunters into the bush to find a pig, but it took three nights to finally find a pig! The hunters have to walk far out into the bush to water beds that are drying up and wait for the pigs to come and drink.

Saturday afternoon, no pig. We had to call everyone and tell them to wait until Sunday. Sunday afternoon, still no pig. We had to call everyone and tell them to wait until tomorrow. Sunday night, we got pig!

Sunday 9pm: My counterpart calls me and says the hunter killed a wort hog a few hours ago and we need to go collect it. Of course, I wanted to go! My counterpart tells me he will come get me

Sunday 9:30pm: My counterpart shows up with a bush truck and a bunch of guys I did not know.

Sunday 9:45pm: We arrive at the bush road and the driver hesitates, saying he is not comfortable driving his truck through the bush at night. Wait, weren't we on a 'bush' truck?

Sunday 10pm: Back at the garage looking for another car to take us into the bush. We soon a 1945 bread car the French forgot to take when they left. In the Car is the hunter, my counterpart, the driver, the driver's friend, myself and two other. The driver makes the two other get out and so the five of us take off

Sunday 11:30pm: After a long and bumpy bush ride, we arrive at the hunter's marked spot on the road and the five of us get out. Much to my dismay, the driver and his friend light a fire and sit. My, how the Senegalese love to sit. So the three of us proceed into the bush and attempt to drag a work hog carcase back half a kilometer. The first time I went to collect pork like this, we had five men. Back at the car, I sarcastically thanked the driver and his friend and made a comment about solidarity. The(#*$&#*@(*@!

Monday 1am: I go to bed

My hoping in having this party was to witness first hand how Senegalese organization works. And what a demonstration I got! My counterpart was never worried about finding a pig and every day he said, "today, we will have a pig." And no one was upset or cared that the party kept being pushed back. It would have been a failed party in the US.