Goat on the Roof

We spent most of the mornign at a great bakery we found with great coffee (real coffee and real milk). We stayed in St louis until about 1 and then headed out to get a spet-place. When we got to the car lot Laura's brother (host brother from here) got us two sept-places. Four of us got into our sept place and there was one more guy in the front seat - so we still had to wait for two more people. while we are sitting in the car (and boys are asking us for money and women are trying to sell us stuff throught the window... and we're sweating cuz its so hot) we started talking to the guy in the front seat who explained that he was a story teller. so he told us a story about bukki (the wolof word for hyena) who had a curious dream... and Mairead told him our story of beauty and the beast. it was fun

About an hour or so later it finally fills up but right before we leave they load some stuff onto the roof including a live goat in a bag. yeah. and on our way home we stopped a few times to unload some stuff, but the goat stayed with us until Dakar. at some point int rained which dripped in through the roof onto me... but the car actually was pretty comfy despite the fact that the back seat was added in, the seat belts had been ripped out, and there was really no insulation, it only really got hot until we were stuck in traffic:

"we always have our own private swimming pool... of sweat."

"i'm fine with traffic as long as people sell us stuff through the window."


the ride was great especially cuz it took half the time that it took us to get to st louis.

it was great to come back to Dakar and feel like i was back home to something familiar.