1. #disposabledakar

     
  2. DKR->MAD->LHR->BOS

     
  3. My last night in Dakar has come and gone, in a stress-inducing-sweaty-whirlwind-panic-scramble to the airport and my Iberia flight. I told myself I would give myself plenty of cushion to negotiate Leopold Sedar Senghor Airport’s eccentricities . But I did the opposite. In the end, with the incredible patience and help of Caitlin and CJ (two Peace Corps friends) I made the flight, but just. And so my final minutes in Dakar were much like my first minutes in Dakar: dark, sweaty, and a little stressful. I suppose it had to be that way for symmetry. 

    More photos and reflections on this past year, and my return to Amerik land to come.

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  4. Some good contemporary Sabar dance in this mbalax pop song.

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  5. Soaking up as much Senegalese music as I can while I am still here in Dakar.

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