From my very first week in Senegal I have been wanting to go
to Lac Rose. Sherraine, an old friend from high school posted a beautiful
picture of the Lake on my wall and I was hooked since. But you know my schedule
is pretty busy and I often had classes even on the weekend.
However, as my last Sunday approached I knew I had to make my way to Lac Rose.
Henri, an elder from my church had offered to take me with a few friends and so
I was psyched to go.
As if I don't like pink enough, Lac Rose <3
I met with Malcolm and Amira outside my apartment where
Henri picked us up for the journey to Lac Rose. We took the worst roads, that
were flooded too that I thought for sure the little car we were in would shut
off before we got there. Thank God, we reached safe and sound.
Oh the lovely half road, half waterway
When we arrived, vendors tried to get us to buy things by the craft market there. However, we were escorted by this guy to see a monkey. Literally, that was one of the first things we saw - that and the camel that ran by the roadside when we got out of the car lol.
This baboon was doing a very weird jumping jig so I didn't even get too close lol
Baboon aside, we walked out to the actual Lake. We changed into our swimsuits and dived in – kidding. The
seashore was all shells, literally and you would have to walk carefully with
the shells underfoot. We simply kept walking further and further in – and that’s
when it started to burn. I had shaved my legs only that morning – It’s not that
bad shaving your legs and going to the beach because it wears off after a while
– but as the pink water swallowed my bottom half all that salt content got to
work. Ouch!
Not looking too pink here, but those are the seashells and the green stuff is not grass but algae
I refused to let that deter me and I was soon doing my most
favourite thing in the water – floating! And with such ease that it was hard to
get my feet back on the ground after I was a little more away from shore.
Honestly, it was so cool – no matter how much I rolled
around in the water, I was not sinking.
Floating for Beginners lol
Henri and I after my 'blinded' incident. I can see!
That was enough salt water for me and we then went to the
restaurant by Lac Rose. Amira was fasting but I had already given up on my fast
with an apple on the way over – so I indulged in a large serving of chicken and
fries.
Food took forever to come so we took pictures in the mean time of course!
We even had live entertainment with an old man playing this
strange stringed instrument. The music was beautiful!
Here Malcolm steals the man's instrument to try it out haha - The guy was too kind to let him use it tho
We left Lac Rose and we were headed to some pool – I didn’t
get what was going on actually because we left a pool right by Lac Rose. We
first stopped at Henri’s country home to pick up some mangoes off his property.
Next stop was another large property and we all got out this time. Turns out it
was some neighbour of Henri’s and Malcolm’s (who also has a home outside of
Dakar) and we were just using their private pool in their absence – you know,
no big deal.
Amira and I - ALL Smiles
It was so much fun tho! I could still float altho it took
more effort but nothing was burning this time.
After a great opportunity for swimming and some additional
tanning, we decided to head back to Dakar.
Pools are my fave. No salt lol
This time taking roads that weren’t
threatening to leave us stuck in the mud – thank goodness.
Since it was time to break the fast while we were in the car
(Amira’s fast anyway) she had a few dates and I invited her over to finish breaking
the fast by my house since we would be there sooner. She joined with my family
who – first time I was with them breaking the fast – were having breakfast
foods! Different kinds of bread, turkey meat, hot chocolate, butter and jam
were available. It turns out that my family has breakfast foods and then dinner
foods too – because after the other table was set with the rice and shrimp
(Which I don’t eat because I’m Adventist) and beef with peas (I just had beef
with salad cause I ate tons of bread already as usual).
The family after they started to break their fast - Tata/Host Mom (left), Amira (middle) and Coumba (right)
I’m really glad I get to see another cultural aspect of the
Senegalese people during Ramadan – altho last year it was during school time, I
was completely clueless about what was going on – but now I have a real first-hand
experience with my Muslim family. Oh lucky me, still learning new things in my
last week here!
Over and out.
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