After we left the mental hospital, we visited another Poste de Santé. Jake and I had stayed at one in Samba Dia (Jen ended up as an unexpected guest!), but this was much nicer. We’re talking faux-marble on the outside waiting benches nice. This also happened to be the “living laboratory” where the double-blind experiments on conjugated vaccines were carried out. A partition separated the preparation area from the actual exam room so that the patient could not see what was going on. During the next short leg of our journey Madeleine, Jen, Jake’s father and I had a discussion about drug trafficking in West Africa and why it was more of a problem in the United States. We then arrived at a church that had a hospital wing and were greeted by a nun in a full habit. Of course, this being Senegal, the head nurse with whom we were supposed to speak was absent, so we more or less just chilled outside speaking French and Wolof to the nun. After a wonderful dinner of fish n’ fries (which is Kate’s FAVORITE DISH EVER since it’s all her family is willing to feed her), I chatted for awhile before heading to bed around 11:30.
Sunday came more quietly and as I was freezing in the shower, I heard soft church hymns. I actually enjoy the Muslim Call to Prayer, though I prefer it as an accompaniment to my dinner than breakfast. We all descended on the delicious village bread which is made with whole grain instead of being stuffed full of sugar and air like the Dakar version. Traffic wasn’t horrible on the way back and I was able to carry on some very interesting conversations with Andrew. Then back home to homework and napping!
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