Senegalese Me

I know I have been in Africa the most recent 3 days, yet today I truly FELT like I was in Africa. I don't know whether I can clarify the change… I think it is a tiny bit of everything: recognizing my own particular society stun and a bit of achiness to go home, perceiving the force of this spot and how it is in control, not me, feeling a bit of tension for my next stop as I voyage further into the heart of this area, furthermore simply feeling more great with my surroundings and the individuals.

Clearly I am likewise beginning to look Senegalese :). That is one of the most loved jokes advised to me around here. It goes somewhat like this:

Senegalese individual: "Where are you from?"

Me: "Seattle, WA in the United States."

Senegalese individual: "Goodness? I thought you were from here! You look Senegalese! Ha"

Me: "I know! I get that constantly! Ha"

It real truly is kinda cleve




Stupendous. The climate was flawless as it was going to rain… .so not hot at all and a bit windy.

Ok, today!! I must impart the occasions of toward the beginning of today… .cuz where else would they happen however here! I woke up (late!) to clamoring and shouting in the lodging lobby way and entryway. I could tell there was a decent estimated gathering of individuals out there and unmistakably an issue or squabble had happened, yet I couldn't comprehend anything. So I dressed rapidly to go out and see what the ruckus was about. As I opened my entryway I was passed by two beefy African men doing a sofa from the lobby!!!! Huh!!!??? They put it in a huge moving van, came over (alongside their group of around 10 men) and took the other love seat, all the tables in the eating territory, seats, barstools, the end table, the level screen t.v. lastly the coffee creator. While this was going on a yelling match created between the supervisor of my lodging and evidently the gentleman who possessed the furniture. Close them, assembled by where the coffee producer once use to be, were all the ladies staff parts at the inn. All were shaking their heads and  looking sorrowful. I asked Fatima to clarify what was going on… her words were, "huge inconvenience."  Clearly the past supervisor of the inn wasn't decently enjoyed or something (the points of interest of the greater part of this are very scrappy to me) and now somebody is attempting to "take" the inn from the current chief… .beginning with the furniture. I wasn't certain if my cot was on the rundown of things to stuff in the moving van, so I asked the administrator what I ought to do. Right away he let me know to "be cool" in an irritable tone, yet later overhauled his announcement and attentively let me know not to stress that all will be fine and that the furniture will be returned tomorrow. He did look exasperated by the entire trial… indeed he looked much how I looked when I rushed to him the prior night requesting help with the 2 inch cockroach in my lavatory… .his reaction to me is the thing that I expressed over to him this evening, "Africa