I’m staying in a little tourist town called Toubab Dialaw with six other volunteers: two of whom are sick with colds, and another has Giardia, but I'm okay. It’s costing us about $8 a night to sleep in this crazy little hotel. Every surface is covered in seashells, and the layout appears to be totally random, meaning winding hallways, spiral staircases leading nowhere, unused terraces and rooms all over the place … my main complaint is that the bathroom is a five minute walk.
Last night, after I almost broke my ankle on the uneven surfaces while trying to find the toilet, I could be heard muttering something along the lines of *"I wish Senegal was litigious - like America," except I cursed. In my defense I'd had zero sleep the night before and an uncomfortable 12-hour car ride. That would put anyone in the mood for a lawsuit.
I took a few mandatory pictures that I’ve posted in the album. I’ll write more later. Tomorrow I go to Thies. As of right now I appear to be the only person who hasn’t finished typing their Environmental Assessment report - God save me from overachievers. I need to do that now.
Love, me
*You know, I've never written dialogue well. I'll have to work on that or write around it.
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