Upon our return to St. Louis, I quickly changed and met up with Joniffer (my name for the California classmates Jonathan and Jennifer), Elle, Lindsay, Ali, Kate, and Faith. The plan: to get our passports stamped by crossing the Senegal River into Mauritania. After walking for several kilometers, Jonathan proclaimed a grove of trees to be the border. A while later, we asked someone coming back to Senegal with rice where the border crossing was – surprise, surprise the International Relations major was right! After frolicking in the sand and surf, we returned to find a lovely dinner and running water!!! I changed and went out with the crew to a bar, the tavern, and a disco. Ali described the last as being “attacked by wild sharks” – there were no Senegalese women in the club, and several amorous Senegalese men. We managed to huddle together like musk oxen and form a protective circle, but everyone was still ready to head home after a few hours.
Sunday started slowly for me, as I had learned not to expect prompt meal service. After breakfast, we loaded the buses and went on a quick tour of some of the town’s highlights: a square with a statue of Louis Faidherbe (first colonial governor of Senegal), the Langue de Barbarie (a peninsula which shields the island from the ocean), and a museum. Ceebu jen was had and somewhat enjoyed by all, and we departed again for the return trip. My host mother still wants me to keep searching for the spoon, but is not too upset about it. Now to work on that final history paper…
Update: No one has mentioned anything else about the spoon, and I'm NOT going to bring it up!
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