I am writing this from the offices of the volunteer organisation with whom my placement is with in the centre of Dakar, Senegal...how surreal lol. Arrived in the city at 5 yesterday morning so am suffering from a slight lack of sleep and I have to admit I am still slightly overwhelmed by everything. The city is big, noisy, colourful and frantic...market stall holders throwing thier products in my face, the cars rapides veering across the roads at 90mph mounting the kerb to avoid one another. Even the official buses that I have been using seem to follow no rules at all, the driver had to pull over yesterday as we managed to knock a man off his bicycle...he was okay just a bit angry. I am struggling slightly with the language as most people do not speak a word of English and its exhausting continually trying to understand what they are saying, particularly as thier French is inevitably mixed in with Wolof, the tribal language which is more common than anything else...A level seems pretty basic right now lol. Just about to start a lesson in Wolof with Moustapha so perhaps may grasp some of the basics and then off into town to try and sort out my phone [its not working]. Its an important Islamic holiday over the next few days so I will not start my placement till later this week but am being transferred to my host family tomorrow morning...I really hope they are nice! I met a swedish volunteer called elena yesterday who told me her i pod was mysteriously lost in and her host mother said the neighbours friend must have stolen it....ummm, may have to hide anything valuable.
Anyways must go for my language lesson,
Love to you all