This is Dakar. The most westerly point in mainland Africa - la Pointe des Almadies - is just 2kms from here. And the most westerly point in the great landmass that is Asia, Europe, and Africa. So if the Americas are 'West', then we are 'East'; and if we are East, then this is as far west as you can get without getting very wet or, if you're really stubborn, drowning.
It's bloody hot tonight; the rainy season - as brief as it is - is fading out and so all we are left with are nights of heat, humidity, and still air. And just to make everyone really comfortable, we're in the midst of our second powercut of the day. But a large bottle of Castel Beer, left in the depths of the freezer until tooth-achingly cold, makes things just that bit more civilised. In the background, the hum of the neighbours generators and the barking of dogs, the bleating of sheep kept in pens on the terraced roofs, blissfully unaware of what Tabaski will mean for them (a bad day for herbivores and vegetarians).
Hard to imagine we've already been in Senegal over a year now....
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