Farid Hotel Restaurant Dakar
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Free parking
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... must see of places
I will be glad to get back to a few bush camps, all these camp sites are making us too soft and too complacent
(just on another note, I have seen many blogs where they used gas rather than a good old campfire, apart from smelling like a bonfire, these have been the fastest way of cooking, heating water, I can get a fire going in less than 5 minutes, some are a bit better if they have the right wood handy, I am glad we do gather wood when ...
This malaria medicine is really getting to me. It also let me dream that I had the ability to sing. Don't ask because I haven't watched American Idol since like, 4th grade so I don't know either. Is Randy even on the show anymore? It's getting weird.
ANYWAYS, it's been an EXTREMELY busy week and I'm having SO much fun. (I'm sure if you know me well enough you all read that in my voice.) We went to Goree Island for our weekend excursion and I'm ...
... to the slave trade in Africa 250 years ago.
Once we came out of the slave house we walked along the path to a sand-painter’s workshop and gallery. There are about 15 different colours and textures of sand in Senegal and the artist first of all draws the outline of his picture, then coats areas with glue, to which the sand then adheres before being smoothed. The pictures were most striking.
When we came out we were once again accosted ...
... down. We then broke down a few more times before arriving in the town. While Steve was fixing the truck we decided to walk to the lake, after getting through a mass of school children who wanted to touch us and have photos taken we started walking. Soon the truck went past and we were playing catch up all eager to see the pink lake. Due to the salt and minerals the lake is pink, I'd looked online and it looked awesome. We finally reached the lake ...
... was the usual wall of people waiting for arrivals as I exited the building, the only difference was everyone was yelling at me in French. I followed the walkway lined with people, hoping I didn't look as lost as I felt, when I found Kevin. I couldn’t quite tackle him through the barrier, but that doesn’t stop me from trying. It hit me at that moment that I was really there. It all started when I noticed this random guy wearing a shirt that said “Senegal” in a ...