|Quel weekend fantastique! I have just returned from Toubab Diallo,a small fishing town on the petite cote just south of dakar. TD is basically a small fishing town with a pop of 2000. It is also somewhat of a touristy place = but not overwhelmingly so. It also doubles as a happening cultural center : there is a famous dance school based there and lots of musicians congregate there. I went with the french med interns from lille again. We stayed in this very beautiful auberge cum hotel+ which was lovely but not very luxurious. It is intricately decorated with shells and stones. The beaches there were fantastic, white sands, no meduses, and big rolling waves. With one caveat: the garbage. I cannot fathom why a country that is so proud of its culture and beaches would continue to foster a culture of littering. AlL along the beach were pieces of plastic, broken shoes, fruit peels, and dead fish. Obviously it doesnt compare to the big garbage pits in dakar. but still. I have half a mind to write the minister of tourism and that of environment. there were also a lot of dogs on the beach and these dogs are nasty; totally infected by fleazs, but generally too hot and lazy to move to attack anyone).
Due to the beauty of the town; it also attracts some rich senegalese as a place for a secondary residence (including the pres). Some of these guys were chilling at our hotel, after asking the girls to marry him, he proceeded to explain that he had a third wife around our age ( as if that would make it ok). i havent actually been to the home of a polygamous family yet, even though i have met many people who are.
Evenings at this place all the musicians played the tam tams and people just got up and danced. the dancing was incredible, not like anything i have ever seen. the senegalese stick out their asses and then sort of roll their arms forward while shaking it. I only danced at the end when it was less like a stage and more like a club.
being a toubab at toubab diallo was different than in dakar. the people were much more polite (except that one woman called me a sisi for bargaining so hard. which was ok because when she realised i knew what it meant we had a good laugh over it). tanguy and i went further into the village to explore and the kids went wild. they shouted toubab and wanted to shake our hands. it felt like i was a celebrity, those without merit. the kids are really curious about toubabs ; what they look like, what their hair feels like etc.
anyways it was a lot of beach time, swim time, music, dance, and random men asking if i wanted a senegalese husband.
now back to the madness of dakar!