11.08.09
Somewhere between Tambacounda and Dakar.
On the sept-place partway through our crazy travel day that totalled 18-hours from Kedougou back home. Notice my crazy-tan/weird-non-mosquito-but-some-kind-of-insect bites. The woman next to me also had two babies with her and sixteen bags of peppers on top of the car. So we were stopped by every policeman in between Tamba and Dakar.
Good times.
11.06.09
Somewhere between Dindefelo and Kedougou
The river we traversed. Waist deep. Actually quite the refreshing change from the hot sun.
11.06.09
Somewhere between Dindefelo and Kedougou
Brendan’s sweet headwear.
10.07.09
Largest Baobab in Senegal
10.07.09
Joal
Chalet ride.
10.06.09
We took a sept-place, FILLED with people from Palmarin to Joal. Jessica and I shared the front seat with two other men and our driver. It was quite the ride.
Once in Joal, we found our hotel and checked in. We were filthy. Or, to rephrase, everyone minus Jessica and me were filthy. We were just adequately dirty. The other seven of our crew were sitting in the back and got covered with blows off dust. Electricity and water are out in Joal as well. So add another half day to our two days without electricity or running water.
We spend most of the day waiting around for each other to take bucket showers. Just as I finish mine the water comes back on. I relish in the ability to have water fall on me without having to hold it above me.
Excellent, excellent shower.
10.04.09
Palmarin
To the soccer game!
10.04.09
Traveling to Palmarin
10.03.09
Ndangane
Pirogue tour
I’m up at 6 a.m. on Saturday to get my stuff in order. 6:45 I leave Ouakam with Keely, Ellen, and Alexandra to meet with our other 5 travel buddies on campus. From there, we take three taxis to la gare. We’re hassled by men asking us where we’re going and constantly telling us they’ll give us a good price. We’re in a 14-seat sept place and begin our 4-hour trip at 8 a.m.
Having only slept about an hour-and-a-half the night before (owing to my choices of going to a roof party that ran on African-time and taking my malaria medication on an empty stomach), I spent most of the trip attempting to find a good position to nap.
We reach Ndangane a little after noon. Our hotel is right along the river and our tap water has a distinct tinge of salt. I am tired.
On the off season, few restaurants are open and those that are open carry little food. It takes a good 2-hours for us to have a lunch. We each order and omlette and fries as eggs and potatoes are the only thing in the kitchen.
I then nap.
5 p.m. I’m woken up by my roommates. Pirogue time. Photoset to follow.
Dinner then takes a good 3 hours. The fact that it’s the off season combined with African time does not play to our favor. I fall asleep at 11 while some of the girls go to a djembe/dance party.
First of three hot, sweaty, sweaty night’s sleep.
