Visiting Dakar came at the right moment for me, after a lot of stress that the first half of the year had put me through, so much that gray shades brightened in my beard. At first I wanted to do a bit of backpacking in Senegal, maybe follow the river from Dakar to Ousman Sembene’s birthplace. But work called,
I liked the idea of Goree Island, just a few minutes off Dakar, even before I got there. Streets without cars, buildings frozen in time, just the kind of place I’d love to live in. Goree is famous for The House of Slaves, which I found a little bit underwhelming. Some people enjoyed visiting it. I saw a woman cry, overwhelmed by the place, but it did not move me. I expected to see shackles, chains, graphic reminders of the slave trade, but these were safely tucked away in a glass box, looking harmless….
#181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 21px; margin-bottom: 15px; background-color: #ffffff;">“Traveling—it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller.” ― Ibn Battuta, The Travels of Ibn Battutah
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