I arrived in Dakar late last night (1-10-13) after a fairly
uneventful flight. As I walked off of the plane onto the tarmac, I was
hit by the smell of the city. A combination of sea air and diesel
exhaust. The weather is actually quite nice, but
it got a little stuffy in the airport terminal because there were so
many people in such a small space. I got through customs with no
problems. As I walked outside, it was dark and there was a large throng
of people on the other side of the fence. I didn’t
know who was picking me up, so I didn’t know what to look for. I
walked out the gate and was immediately surrounded by men trying to sell
me SIM cards, taxi rides, etc. None of them were too aggressive, and
they were all introducing themselves to me. After
about 20 minutes of looking through the crowd, I found Mark Tanquist.
He was still watching people exiting the terminal. Somehow we had
missed each other.
Mark drove me to the Koppendrayer’s apartment where
I spent last night and where I will be tonight. I arrived at their
apartment at around 11pm and was pretty exhausted, so I went right to
bed. I was awoken at 5 this morning by the prayer
call. It was a stark reminder as to why we are coming here. It
started with one quite close and then many others started around the
city.
I had a couple of mosquitos under my mosquito net last night. I will need to make sure to have them cleared out tonight.
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