Michelle, Ted and I ventured out on a top-secret mission this morning. [I’ll tell you all about it after Christy’s birthday this Saturday. You see the problem is, she routinely reads my blog so she can keep a tally of gross exaggerations that I make about her. Retribution is coming, and it’s going to be ugly…] On our way home, I snapped a couple of pictures from the taxi window. Normally I don’t do this-Senegal and I made a gentleman’s agreement quite some time ago that I was going to refrain from behaving like an obnoxious tourist at all costs. However, being partially hidden inside a taxi allowed me to sneak in a couple of quick shots on the sly. And so without further ado, here’s what’s going on in Dakar today…
The Senegalese use an obscene amount of onions in everything they cook. I’ve never before seen anything like it!
Our spin on an Ace Hardware. This is where Dayton and Michelle found the parts we needed to fix our toilet.
A juice cart-you can’t go five minutes in Dakar without running into one of these. My entire team [with the exception of myself] is obsessed with these little juice bags. They’re about 25 cents each.
A car rapide. These are everywhere-I love the color.
People are always selling things by the side of the road-which given the relentless heat, sounds like an absolutely miserable job.
I keep telling Christy that she needs to carry her kids around like this one day-strollers are for pansies. :) It’s been a year and a half, and our attempts to master the fine art of carrying things on our heads have been a dismal failure. Mohammad the fruit stand man is going to be bitterly disappointed when he finds out what a terrible Senegalese wife I’m going to make…
This, sadly, is the Senegalese spin on a Starbucks. Rusty little rolling stands that sell you a shot of instant espresso-esque Nescafe sludge in a tiny little plastic cup. And a little piece of me dies every time I see one.