Bazouk Du Saloum
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- Non-smoking rooms
- Breakfast Available
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... our hands out and I prayed (in English) and then the students prayed in Wolof. Their sense of fraternity is so inspiring to me and I'm going to miss them all so much!
Another success during the second semester was Bob Marley Day. The kids made a presentation of BM’s life whilst Amee and I made a quiz and a song dictation (I will never listen to No Woman No Cry the same again). The day was brilliant, we had over 40 students getting passionate ...
... fi!’ ‘Ca va?’ ‘Waaw, ca va bien’ ‘Yangi noss?’ ‘Noss bi yam rek’ ‘Ana wer ker ga?’ ‘Nyunga fa!‘ ‚yangi si jam?’ ‘Jamm rek!’ The bustle of the streets as the kids amble around, half-dressed, dirty-faced, yelling ‘katty toubab’ and chasing me with dead chickens. The jambaar women carrying a baby on their back and a bucket ...
... interspersed with modern brick homes with galvanized roofs, the smiles and greetings of the people. I am constantly amazed at how welcoming and friendly they are in general, and how white their teeth are. I don't know how they manage to keep their teeth white with all of the sugar they consume, but Africans as a whole have beautifully strong, white teeth, and it gives you a lift just to see their blazing smile light up their faces and their waves as you pass. ...
... 6 o'clock when a whistle blew and the whole town stood to attention while the flag was lowered, all except Kev who marched on before turning and shouting "what?" as the locals glared as these white people defaced their flag. So now we've insulted Senegal we feel it's time to move on to our next adventure in Guinea-Bissau, a small country to the south which speaks Portuguese and Creole and we don't. Hooray! So it's goodbye from all of us and weirdly we'll see you next ...
... his special craft out to die, like Mr Goat was left by the waters at Saint-Louis.
Do you remember what a pirogue is (not a pierogi)? Well, you can see a picture of me enjoying my first ever pirogue ride on the waters of Toubakouta. I spotted small circles of Little Fishers standing on their hind legs up to their waists in water, plucking the strange fruit from the legs of the mangrove. This strange fruit is known ...