Last week as a corporate slave
Dakar on a breezy Saturday afternoon: marvelous. The gang just got back from the beach. We went out to buy boogie boards this morning and drove down to Virage to show off our skills. A rewarding alternative to surfing’s steep learning curve. I’m starting to get used to the city. It’s hard to believe I’ve already been in Africa for over two months. Time flies when you’re busy. “Work hard and party hard” is the motto – some people should take their own advice. It’s somewhat amusing to have a foot in two worlds that seem to exist side by side, and yet they don’t appear to be very compatible. Super successful consultants for dinner and a toothless photographer travelling from Berlin to Benin for desert. Must be the culinarily challenged American part of me that enjoys meshing and mixing (no offence to my loved ones in the USofA – cheese whiz might taste good but it most definitely isn’t a culinary master piece). Reminds me of Kevin’s eating habbits. It’s all about the mix, right? The view from our balcony is as stunning as always. T-5 days before Rafi gets here and then the great West African voyage begins. For now, only the Baobab gods know where the wind will take us.