Rattling buses and piles of meat
Trip Start Oct 04, 2011
89Trip End May 01, 2013
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Arriving back in Dakar's central bus station we trudged through the oily maze of wrecked buses surrounded by an army of chancers and hustlers
Their attraction was immediately obvious, on a massive BBQ was a huge pile of assorted animal body parts sizzling away enticingly over a hot charcoal pile. The man with a large gun, the acquaintance of whom incidentally was very effective at scattering the chancer army, obviously took us for fatty, meaty, massive fly BBQ people. Which we are.
Now how to obtain this meat was the next question posed? "Une sandwich? Non, c'est ne pas possible," "Une assiette? Non." A very hopeful "Avec frite?" drew further blanks. A now frequent moment of further confusion ensued until a big man practically salivating at this pile of meat showed us the way. A huge heap of meat was picked up and plonked on some kitchen scales. Arrrhh, a kg of BBQ, of course. We somewhat more moderately bought a half kg of lamb chops covered in spicy season with bits of french bread. Looking over I saw the fat man with meaty juice all over his piggy chin smiling wildly. With greasy shiny hands he pointed to his large belly proudly. He grabbed it in two hands to hammer his point further home. He then insisted that I took a pictures of the meat pile, and one of him and his belly like they were two things as dear to him as his own family.
Something told me he eats there quite regularly.
Rob Spackman 16th November, Gambia