January 4, 2006 Our last day in Dakar. Probably the longest day in the history of our lives. We were so excited to get going on our trip that the 12 hour wait for the flight was torture. We purposely left our packing until that day, and I needed to go into Africare and finish up some loose ends, and yet, at 3:00 in the afternoon, we still found ourselves on the couch, completely ready, waiting for 11:00 to roll around so we could leave for the airport. Dakar is a bit backwards in this way. While every other city has flights all day long, and closes between midnight and five in the morning, this is when the Senegalese like to travel. We learned this quite well, living in the flight path of the airport for
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