A Dogged Day

The day started today for me when a fly nose dived into my face. I didnt know what time it was, but the house was quiet, so it had to still be early. I tried falling back asleep, but no luck. I reached for my alarm clock to see what time it was, and when I saw, I jumped out of bed. Even though my alarm failed to go off, I was only running 4 minutes off schedule. Thank god for the Kamakazee fly.

While I sped across the soccer field to meet Shanah and Stephen, I saw that they were talking to Mamadou, the new friend I made the other day. As I approached the group of people, we exchanged our salutations. Mamadou continued to talk and we stood and listened. We were now running late for our 8am bus, but there was nothing we could do because we did not want to be rude.

Eventually we got to the bus station, but had missed our normal bus. We sat and caught the later one and still got to school with time to spare.

Classes were shitty and everyone was in a terribly grumpy mood. The internet didn't work again (which is why i'm wasting my money yet again tonight at a cyber cafe) and I'm ashamed to say that I'm almost certain that this is why everyone was crabby as hell. Sarcasm and cynicism were so strong that one person even choose to leave to "get some air" in order to stay level-headed.

When we were walking home, in the forefront of a pack of dogs were two dogs fucking. According to Shanah, when the dog cums, he stays in the female dog, but un-mounts. Well, I guess that was what was happening while another dog from the pack decided to mount the bitch. Yes, she was being gang raped.

On the bus ride home, to our surprise, the bus was practically empty. As for the actual bus ride, I'm pretty positive the driver had played Grand Theft Auto before coming to work, because lane markings did not exist in his mind. Now, Senegalese (like many developing countres) driving is usually pretty scary, but by no means as horrifying as this guy was. Cars were swerving away from our bus and at one point I even saw a pedestrian DIVE out of its way.

This was one weird day in Senegal, and it was only made weirder by the fact that literally every other Senegalese person I talked to was picking his or her nose. See my next entry for a glimpse into my average day in Senegal.