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Travel Blogs from Dakar
14. When exactly is the last time I wasn't covered in at least a thin layer of sweat?
15. What does Jerry have in store for me today? (see previous post)
16. Damn the electricity and when will it bless me with its return?
17. What do you think there are more of? Girls at a One Direction concert or flies on my breakfast?
18. Mad props to those brave souls taking part in Ramadan right now because when I'm ...
... going all the time. Usually the queues for the Neptune Lounge stretch through the Morning Light, and I felt a bit sorry for Pat who was valiantly trying to get the sing-along starting when there was a constant movement of people. Nevertheless, some of the stalwarts like us joined in and sang lustily. Of course, all the free booze helps and adds decibels (if not melody) to our voices, ha ha :-)
Afterwards we had our lunch then went back ...
... metal being clanged together, the local kids were so scared of the creatures, we had them basically sitting on our laps cowering in fear. We then moved on to the big smoke of Ziguinchor, a dusty town with not much happening for it - other than an awesome omelette man, who made the best coffee on the trip so far! From Ziguinchor we drove to Kafountine where we spent time exploring the biggest fish markets we have ever been to, with the vast the amount of boats and ...
Good thing all of the thousands that read my blog don’t pay money for a subscription, otherwise you would be mighty upset with the time between this post and my last. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.
My last week was great! I had the chance to go to Dakar and stay in a fancy hotel for three nights with some of my best friends in my stage (training class). Our time was filled with air conditioning, amazing food ...
... I pointed this out to the round ticket-lady. She said it didn't matter what the TV monitor said, the price was 15,900.
She compassionately asked why I didn't want to pay that much. I told her my story. I asked her to justify the difference in prices. Surprisingly, she did:
"Vous, les blancs, avez fondu le bateau. Vous l'avez fondu cher. Le prix, c'est 15,900 CFA. C'est notre president, Abdoulaye ...