Category Archives: Cross cultural hilarity
Trollops Are People Too.
You would have understood if you’d only been there-I just know you would’ve. Call it a momentary lapse in judgment. Blame the relentless heat-Dakar does, after all, feel very much like an oven as of late. Or maybe the stress … Continue reading
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Fragments of My Imagination
There are just twenty-four days left in Dakar. My frazzled nerves and scattered mind have made it impossible to tell you just one cohesive story. Brace yourselves. It started with the laundry. I did laundry in the bathtub yesterday, and … Continue reading
Beneath the Mango Tree. [Drop the Chimichanga.]
It all started yesterday, under the mango tree. Jack Johnson likes to sing about sitting under mango trees, but the cynic in me wonders if he’s ever actually done it. However, this story is not about Jack Johnson. This story, … Continue reading
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Help Me, Emily Post!
Early on in Dakar, I made it clear to my Senegalese friends that no subject was off limits. An innocent victim of cultural ignorance and sheer naiveté, I hadn’t the foggiest idea that over the next two years, I would … Continue reading
The Dangers of the Chocolate Swamp.
The daily grind in Dakar is something akin to a life-sized game of Candy Land. Your outlook can change on a dime-one minute you’re strolling down Gumdrop Lane, and before you can say “Lord Licorice”, you suddenly find yourself flailing … Continue reading
Filed under Cross cultural hilarity, My ghetto-fab life, Senegal, The daily grind
