Update of Sorts

So I should have mentioned that "will update soon" means "when school allows me to" in college parlance. Anyway, I'll get there eventually, and to start it off, here's a picture of the walk to work:

Dakar in the News

Seeing news about Africa in the papers is rare enough, so I was pleasantly surprised to see that one of the main stories in the New York Times today was not just about Senegal, but about problems in Dakar! You can find the story here.

Some highlights (or lowlights, rather):

• Dakar will soon have a glut of five-star hotel rooms, but rising rents have pushed the city’s poor and even middle-class residents into filthy, flood-prone slums. Shortages of fuel mean daily blackouts.
• Mr. Wade, [the president], an indefatigable octogenarian who was re-elected last year for a five-year term, has in many ways staked his legacy on the rebirth of Dakar from a quaint colonial city to a major regional center, a kind of mini-Dubai for West Africa.
• A Gallup survey completed here last year found that only 29 percent of respondents said they had a job, down from 35 percent the previous year
• To his critics, Mr. Wade has sullied Senegal’s reputation and has consolidated power within his own family.

All focusing on the negative aspects of Senegal, of course, but fairly true as far as I know. On a related note to the mini-Dubai comment, people here were recently horrified to find out (well, the people I know were horrified) that Dubai World recently made a deal to develop on Gorée Island, a UNESCO World Heritage site.

Update: Pretty much everyone I've mentioned this article has a) loved that Senegal/Africa is in American news and b) agreed with pretty much everything it says.

Water, Water…Nowhere.

Water has already manifested itself as a major problem. In the three places I have stayed at so far, the water has been off at least as often as it has been running. The Dakar apartment is particularly bad: lately, water has been running only a few hours in the middle of the night once every few days. Whoever wakes up to check if there is running water will run a length of hose from the faucet to one of several large blue plastic barrels, which act as reserves until the water is running again. When that water runs out, we use 10 liter drinking water bottles that have been refilled elsewhere, and when that runs out, we buy drinking water to use. This weekend, the problem expanded to most of the city, apparently, and it doesn't look like most people will have any water for at least a week. Symptoms of a city that grew way too fast!

Pictures!

Just a few because of the relatively slow internet here: two of the Yoff beach that I mentioned, and one of the highway and Dakar as seen from the Tostan rooftop.

Chilling in Dakar-Yoff

Using the office internet for the day, hurrah!

I’ve been in the Dakar apartment since early early morning on the 27th, having arrived three hours late because of multiple mechanical problems in the Paris airport. (On the plus side, two of my flights were handled by Air France instead of Delta, so that was nice.) The apartment is technically in the “suburb” of Yoff, which is a fishing village that, due to growth on both sides, has been absorbed into the greater Dakar metropolitan area. Half the roads around the apartment are paved, while the rest are soft orange sand that covers most of the area. The streets have fruit and peanut vendors, and are used by horses and carts, though not quite as frequently as the ever-present honking taxis.

The volunteer apartment is the second and third story of a building, with maybe 8 bedrooms, most doubles (I haven’t seen them all), and several small balconies. It’s quite nice aside from the fact that, for some unknown reason, there is only running water in the middle of the night. As a result, there are five or so big blue containers that are filled with water when it is running, and are used from everything from hand washing to bucket showers to cleaning to cooking and dishwashing. Because of my school schedule, I am here early—orientation starts on Monday the 2nd at a conference center in Thies (pronounced appx. like chess), about 60 kilometers east of Dakar. I am the only new volunteer here at the moment, but I share the house with three “older” volunteers and the housekeeper, Penda. Aside from the water issue and my continual struggles with unlocking the three doors to get to my room, it’s pretty comfortable.

The Tostan offices are housed in a new building they just moved into, less than a kilometer away from the apartment. To get to it, one walks down one of the sand roads and looks for the four story reddish building facing the Foire (hard to miss). The Foire consists of a series of triangular and A-frame building and a few odd sculptures. At first I thought it was the artists’ community that is around here somewhere, but apparently it’s some kind of Islamic conference center or something (?). Senegal is predominantly Muslim, albeit a very accepting one.

The last few days I’ve spent half the day studying French, journaling, cooking, and doing some translation for Tostan (of a project proposal into French). The other half the day I’ve spent exploring the neighborhood and beyond. There are basically no decent maps of Yoff and few street names or even significant landmarkers (most of it consists of neighborhoods on flat land), so Wednesday I struck out to try and find the ocean, a pretty broad and supposedly easy goal (yes I could have asked, but where’s the fun in that?). Following the breeze, I went under a newly constructed underpass and found myself on the way to central Dakar, the opposite direction from the ocean. Not what I was looking for, but I did find a white and green mosque.

The next day, on a tip from one of the other volunteers, I found my way to the seaside and walked west toward central Yoff and the famous colorful fishing boats, called pirogues. The beach was littered with bizarre jellyfish, decaying fish, eel fish, white mollusks, and, as I got closer to the village center, mountains of trash. At the eastern end of town is a mausoleum dedicated to a prophet that founded a brotherhood that apparently many of the local men belong to. I was one of only a handful of females on the beach, and certainly one of the few who wasn’t doing laundry in the surf. Most of the beach was filled with men (mostly young), and it seemed that the beach functioned as a fitness club. There were men doing pushups in the surf, men running up and down the beach, men jumping over random objects, men driving their horse-drawn carts up the beach, and of course it wasn’t long before they approached me in my otherwise fairly peaceful walk. Despite my efforts to convince them that I don’t speak any language that they speak well enough to make me interesting and I didn’t need any help or fish, I had an escort on the way up the beach toward the incoming fishing boats and on the way back toward the paillotes (small beach huts). The older man who accompanied me on the way back informed me that he was a spiritual advisor and that he could see that I had a good heart and… “You have a brother, yes?” “Oh yes, I have three older brothers.” “Yes, yes, I could see that, too.” I’m such a terrible liar.

For lunch, I’ve been going to the Bureau de Tostan, where all the staff eats Senegalese food together. The apartment housekeeper, Penda, makes bottled drinks, and she and I carry a bucket of them to the office, stopping occasionally so she can sell a bottle or chat with someone. Lunch is eaten on the rooftop level of the 4 story building. Three large platters are set on mats and everyone gathers around, spoons in hand. I’ve only done this three times so far, but when I've done it, there have been 6-9 people around a platter of thieboudienne (pronounced approximately like chebu-jen and one of several spellings that I’ve seen), which is the traditional dish of rice and fish and much more. The rice and different types of fish variously prepared are covered in a mildly spicy sauce and accompanied by a (to my eyes) fairly random assortment of stuff which had included sweet potatoes, manioc, okra, lime juice, sea snail (rubbery and not terribly good), hibiscus stems and leaves, and an assortment of other vegetables and seafood.

Other new volunteers should be arriving this weekend, and we’re going to spend the next week doing orientation at a conference center in Thies.