hmm. I love Senegal.

We’re doing another weekend trip- this time to Keur Bamboung and Toubacouta. So far, I’ve gone swimming in a delta, stayed the night in a hut where the occupants besides me and katia were lizards, walked through mangroves looking at oysters/ mollusks growing on them and then later kayaked in them, rode on pirogues through the delta on our way from destination to destination, eaten really good food, worked on my tan a bit, went hiking and bird watching, collected many sea shells, took a shower in a straw-made fixture outside with water from a reserve, took a shower in a normal bathroom with the choice of hot or cold water, listened to Mount eerie/ Julie Doiron in my hut under my big mosquito net while watching the lizards crawl on the inside of the roof, listened to electrelane on a luxurious bed in a hotel room with electricity (forgot to mention the huts had solar power electricity. i.e- a dimly lit light bulb in one corner of the ceiling), ate this tuna/carrot/dressing salad thing with bread that tasted like an actual tuna fish sandwich from the US, took a pirogue out to see this massive bunch of mangroves where birds come every night, saw this spectacle of African drummers an dancers where the women ate fire and put the fire on their arms and also smelled like B.O., (oh yeah!) ate PANCAKES at an organization we stopped at on the way called 10,000 girls, went out into rural Senegal to see how women dig up clay, then brought it back to see how they make pottery out of it, which the sell to make a living, felt sick on the bus ride home, got back and ate a nice dinner with my family. All was (is) well.