Pictures........!

Quick update plus pictures.

I have a new computer, alxamdulilay. Thus the update and pictures.

We are still on strike. Chalk up tally for week number 11. Oh well. I'll go back to St. Louis tomorrow, cause dadda's leaving tonight. :( But not a big deal, I"m going to get to work for real on my project this time. :)

So. An update on what we did whilst my father was here. We drove to Lac Rose, a lake that is supposed to be pink due to the high levels of salt. But alas, it was not. The rainy season was too much, so it was a slight brown color. I decided to leave the pictures out of the post. From there we continued to the Deserts of Lampoul, where we... mounted camels and took a trip. Just around the dunes, but SUPER cool. :) And yes, my father rode a camel. Can you say you've ridden camels with your father in Africa? I can!
After a night in the deserts (an extremely cold one at that), we drove up to school, where i unloaded the mother-load of food from his suitcase. I re-loaded with everyone's presents. Which I think are all bought!
Anyway, we went to a camp in between the Senegal river and the ocean. We stayed in a cabin on the river. Literally ON the river. On stilts. Our toilet and shower flushed to the river...sadly enough. Shower, not too sad... toilet. SAD.
We stayed the next night in town and went to the tailor and nothing was done. The power cuts have been so bad lately that even the university has had power cuts, which is unusual. But we've been without power rather frequently, thus why the tailor had not finished... no power, no sewing machine!
The next morning we went back to the tailor to pick up what was supposed to go home with my dad, which wasn't done yet. He finished and continued to stall... because he made my dad the cutest shirt ever as a gift! :) Ask him to see it when he gets home.
Well, we came back to Dakar in the scariest 7-place ride of my life. but we survived, only to be fought over for a taxi... literally 15-20 men yelling at each other trying to get us in their taxi. After, we had the most peaceful dinner ever.
The next afternoon, we headed to Toubab Dialao, a small village that has a nice hotel. We visited Bandia reserve, a glorified zoo, but WAYYYY better than san diego... and saw animals. Then we did a batik class the next day. Super fun. I would probably do that for relaxing time.
Anyway, we're back in Dakar, walked a lot today and yesterday. He leaves later tonight and I'll be in Saint-Louis by nightfall... incha'allah.

Wellll, here are the pictures. I hope you enjoy.


Beggue... Kate

No captions, sorry. Most creative caption wins a prize upon my return.

electronics assassin. 'nuff said.

Life after the most stupid strike ever.

let's start off by saying I have a ton of work for the next two weeks. Two, possibly three papers, a presentation and work on my research project. Now, compared to the US, I guess not bad, but due to the fact that they are all on books in French that I have barely read or haven't started or didn't understand, this is much more difficult than b-s ing a paper at home. So at the time where I need most my precious computer, what does it decide to do?

COMMIT SUICIDE and jumped off my bed, figuratively speaking, of course... but it is no longer working.

And, on the same day, my phone decided not to work (which is now working again)

BUT then I also had a nightmare that one of my friends was a serial killer who I found burning someone alive (but don't worry, the girl was just skin and bones, literally, so I don't think she felt it). Naturally, in my dreamland, I ran. Quickly, which was when I knew it was a dream, right? I dropped my backpack and went in some house which appeared to be from the seventies, just like the people who were there with George Clooney moustaches and ugly old clothes. So, they also must have been high because they came up with the idea that if we (somehow Joleen was there with me) changed clothes, we wouldn't be found. So they brought us to the basement where all the clothes were size XS and wouldn't fit. But Joleen was sassy and told me in length how the fit her. Upsetting, right? well, for some reason, I had my camera, and as Joleen was getting up in my face, I dropped it. The lens went all the way into the camera and when I finally turned the camera on, the lens was curvy. I was devastated, but then thought... "OH BOY! I have my other lens in my backpack! But it is outside by the serial killer..." then I woke up.

Depressing, right? That's what I thought.

Well, that's my life. Please don't send me your electronics, unless you want me to kil them, then please do. I am now officially an electronics assassin.


How many of you can put that on your resume?

(which thankfully I retrieved from my hard drive and is now safely stored on my external!!!)

Have a great afternoon!