The result of my wonderful holidays though - i got sick and i rested with our family in Dakar for almost a week. The doctor gave me antibiotics, but i took them because he was seriously the nicest doctor ive ever been to. He treated me at almose 9 pm and still had a lot of time and attention for me. Im better now and ready to go back to St. Louis even though the professors are still striking. But the language courses are waiting for me. So here we come.
A la prochaine :)
the 31st we borrowed bikes and drove along the beach all the way to Kafountine - the next village famos for traditional music. It almost felt liek 5 friends on a mission. Having arrived there Theresa bought shoes with the brothers and me and the sister had some girly chitchat with a coffee. The way back was almost twice as long since the water was rising and we had opposing wind. Everybody was exhausted, nevertheless we had a quick jump in the water and hurried home for lunch just in time to see the wrestling match of the day. Le lutte (wrestling) a sport the Senegalese are very fond of - was indeed very cool to watch. I hope the pictures show a bit how intense it was and how crazy everybody goes when someone of their team wins - especially with a nice technical movement. consequentially new years eve we were freaking tired, but that didnt matter. It was nice just to party into the next year without thinking much about it for once. The next day Theresa left and we followed the rest of the festival including crazy shows of a fakir with a snake (people in Africa are very much scared of snakes) chilling at the beach with our own lil lutte and dance sessions and enjoying the tranquility of breakfast underneath the palm trees.