Already have all my guards friends all along the street to make sure nobody jumps on me when it gets dark (although I should not bet on them saving anything else but their asses if something should happen...), already have friends in the different little shops around the house.....the fruit guy, the beer one, the bread dude who wants to sell me "10 miches" everytime I go there.....not quite understand the joke, but like him a lot already ;-) .
I'm back to the old good "we have no fuel in the generator" whenever it's necessary to make it work, back to the guards sleeping under the trees, enjoying a tea with their friends, lifting up an eye whenever they hear you around, lazily waving at you and then they pronounce their famous "ça va bien" which is more an answer to a non-asked question than a question as such......funny.
Back to the good old destroyed and rusty taxis, having to deal the price of any single kilometer which could cost you your life...."bring me to the market for 700 CFA" "for a thousand CFA" "no way, it's 700 CFA" "let's make it 800" "you know it's 700" "ok let's go".....you never loose anything if you try right??? well they try it, over and over and over and over again! arghhh!
Nice mix of sounds, from "allah al'akbar" to Fado. Have the mosk on one side, a good live band bar on the other side of the appartment.......get different sounds and rythm through the hours......love it.
Polite and well educated ones, sticky and annoying others, poor and rich, barefoot or nike "foot" (well yes, some might be fake ones), a good sense of humor and here we go, life in Dakar is getting real and daily lived....as if it had always been!
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