My friends. I have been remiss in that you were left hanging with the last blog entry...as i fell asleep i dreamed of Senegal, Dakar, Isle de Gore', St Louis...sub sahara Africa...the door of no return...the beginning and the end for so many. Dakar...a riot a color, sights, sounds and smells...life did not begin in Africa....life burst forth from Africa! If Morocco was beautiful, Senegal is sensory overload! The depth of energy, the riot of color The hawkers shriek and the frantic compelling rhythmic beat of the drums....Senegal is life itself - Pure bounty Energy personified! The horses here are long legged and sleek, well cared for briskly trotting, effortlessly carrying simple flat bed home-made carts. Fish are fat and plentiful The grass is dry, the baobab huge and the women ebony gazelles The gender gap
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