La Madrague Ngor
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Outside the station is the Freedom Monument, from when they gained independence from France
The markets and stalls are pretty much the same everywhere
I met a bloke who knew me from last time (I dunno when that was, never been here) but he wanted me to have a look at his shop, he makes suits, well after showing me all these African suits and bright coloured cloths, I said I really had to go and I would look daft ...
... rest of the world just sucks it up and counts past 12. We can win world wars but can't count past 12? What kind of life is that?
Well, I'll just stop here and make a list for later. For now, I will continue to sit here and listen to some sort of strange, French humor that's on television. I haven't got a single clue as to what's going on but I'm under the impression that it's supposed to be comical... I will never understand Europeans.
Au revoir mes amis!
... of and outside of the airport. Most of the people arriving with us did not put their bags through the screener machines. We weren't sure if we were supposed to do it until we were motioned to.
Outside, we had to get a taxi, and some local currency. I hesitated with the first English speaker offering help. A kind Baye Fall said he was a taxi man, and led the way. We changed $100 to 45000 CFA or so and continued to our ...
... was not mentioned was how intense some of the locals can be. I learned this about 10 minutes after landing in the capital of Dakar.
I was informed the day before flying out to Senegal that they changed their visa requirements. When I checked into it prior to leaving for the trip in January, all you had to do was show up and you were given a visa at the airport. They changed this policy in July and I was informed of this the night before I ...
In comparison, the second miracle of the day barely registers a blip on the Richter scale of miraculous events. Magically, I was reunited with my little travel Buddha Buddy, who I thought was forever lost nearly a year ago, trapped inside the backseat magazine pocket of an American Airlines flight from Dallas. For those who don't believe in Santa Claus, I can assure you that he is real, and he delivered Buddha home today, ...