Savana Jardin-Hotel Dakar

... then the French and English and is covered in red and yellow colonial buildings. It also has a Slave House, one example of the many houses on the island where people taken from the interior of Africa were brought, separated, weighed, assessed, and of course left in horrific conditions until a ship would come to take them wherever they were sold to, provided they survived long enough to get to the ship. Knowing the history on the American side of ...

... be at home with all the hot showers and cups of tea, with real milk, that she can have, I'm not at all jealous of course! Will be very strange not having her around all the time, waking up in the morning, going to bed at night and generally just having someone there who can appreciate daily-life with me. I have asked if I can get another roommate but it isn't looking likely just now, looks like I will have to have the rest of this experience by myself!

... that I met when I first got on the ship, Liz and Patricia. We played Nerts for a while before heading up to pub night. I have never seen so many people on the seventh deck in my life! There were ridiculous lines to wait in to get a drink too! I think everybody decided to come tonight because tomorrow is Neptune day. They are going to wake us up early for the ceremonies and then we have all day to take it easy. J

... vous arrêter sur le coup », « je suis bien au courant de ma situation et c'est pour cela que je me présente devant vous première chose le lundi ». « On ne peut rien pour vous, allez-y au bureau 104 à l'étage ». Fermé...suis-je vraiment surpris ? Je reviens demain. Lendemain, gentil monsieur, lui aussi n'y peut rien, mais il prend note de mon numéro de passeport quand même. Avec quel but je l'ignore. « Faut aller directement au ...

... just wuite following us. He was quite cute. It was nice to get out of Dakar and see what the country is really like. I felt like I actually caught a glimpse of the "real" Senegal. Sunday; we went to Ile de Gorée and walked around there. The island was used in the slave trade. They still have the house that was used at the holding place for the slaves who were going to be sold. It was quite haunting to go there and ...

... for a field trip. I am not exactly for sure what we are doing there...I'm just along for the ride. It is so hot and sticky here!!! The bungalows are even more beautiful in real life than in pictures. I am pretty sure Mom is lieing about working here and is really on a two year vacation. It's crazy!!! Well, I am going to get going for now. I will write more later on today once I see and do a little bit more than eat and play with Bungalow (the commune cat).

... 3 per metre, as opposed to my very cheap £1 per yard of a few weeks ago) - but often hand dyed and beautiful colours and designs. This is the traditional wonderful stuff for which West Africa is so rightly famous - classy, colourful, costly, stylish and unique - brash and bold, real fun. This is what I really want for my next batch of shirts! MUCH more daring. MUCH more fun than my rather tame ones to date. I settle down to bargain ... picking my way through the cloth, and ...

... I am doing OK these days, still a little frustrated with the school, but the ideas keep coming so I am bound to find something that'll work eventually, also we had an "all volunteer conference" and I really like the new county director. It felt good to be in the room with all volunteers and really feeling like we were a part of the bigger picture. We will all have to work on Ending Malaria initiatives and tree planting. I now feel motivated ...

... like serial monogamy, never exactly settled down, though hardly extreme adventure. I guess it's a backpacker style, or maybe an American one, but probably my own. That's the way I do everything, never totally committed to any one thing, but unwilling to ever totally dump anything or anyone, almost. In addition I'm a terrible tourist, often preferring to riffle through postcards rather than actually get up at dawn to get the best ...

... and went on until four or five in the morning, that was fine with me. I got a free concert. I'd only be drifting in and out of consciousness otherwise anyway. The next day will be better. It has to be. I get an early start and start walking. The foot is serviceable. I pick up some speed, and then a sudden realization hits me. I have no idea where I'm going. I had expected to be let off at a train station, which usually confers ...