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Welcome to Senegal!

After flying from Istanbul - sketchy stopover in Tunisia included, I finally landed in Dakar, Senegal at 1 a.m. I was instantly confused by the lack of queuing observed at the Immigration line, but finally managed to work my way through the mobs of people there. Getting around baggage claim and through Customs was like being a running back in football and dodging opponents left and right! And then I was free. 
I searched the mass of people outside for my friend...and found her almost instantaneously. We - the only white people around - both stood out like glow sticks in the crowd. Even at our most tan we were not close to blending in. I was so pleased to see Leah, I jumped the fence, ran and hugged! And then found out that her boyfriend was there as well but puking his guts up around the corner. He must’ve eaten something strange. I immediately thought to myself, ‘oh god, so this is how it’s going to be!’
That night at said boyfriend - a.k.a. Nathaniel's apartment I acclimated to the Senegalese weather. I was used to the heat at this point, the idea of air conditioning and a fan had be come an utmost luxury I’d learned to live without, but the humidity of rainy season was entirely new to me. I spent the night lying on my back, arms and legs stretched out because it was too hot to even touch my own skin, melting drop by drop into a puddle on the mattress. 
Fortunately Leah is an early riser so the next morning, after a large mug of Starbucks Via Instant Coffee (courtesy of a care package from the U.S.), we left poor Nathaniel (still sick from whatever he ate) in bed and headed out into the city. Leah took me through the markets first. It reminded me a bit of Cairo, but smaller, less populated, and way sandier. Much more colorful though, with vibrant wax fabrics of sunset reds, deep sea blues, canary yellows, and lush tropical greens, being sold in every shop. 
The day passed quickly, and by 10 p.m. we were boarding the night bus from Dakar to Kedougou. Kedougou is a town about as far South East as you can go and still be in Senegal. It's is only a short distance from the borders of Guinea and Mali. 

For some perspective Senegal is slightly smaller in size than South Dakota, but by bus it still took a full 12 hours to arrive in Kedougou. Fortunately we only had one minor break-down en route. At about 1 a.m. I woke up as I felt the bus shuddering to a stop. I stepped outside along with everyone else and watched as every male passenger proceeded to help the driver fix the flat, at least that’s what I hoped they were doing. Mostly it just looked like a bunch of men standing over a large tire beating it repetitively with a wrench, hammer, and a few sticks as well. 
I settled down next to Leah on the side of the road and prepared to wait it out. I was informed that sometimes these break downs could last as long as 5 hours before they were fixed! But this one was minor and we were on the road within the hour, but not before I  managed to catch a glimpse of the sky out there in the ‘Bush.’ I never knew there were so many stars in the sky, I could even see the milky way! It looked like someone had just thrown white glittery paint on a black canvas, and what had appeared was shining orbs, flecked in an array of sizes and intensity. I was awestruck. 
We arrived at Kedougou with no other set-backs, besides are bags having been momentarily ‘misplaced.’ But those too arrived after a few hours of waiting. We made our way to the Peace Corps Regional House (where all 20 or so members placed in nearby villages can come to have the occasional running water, internet access, a full kitchen, books, and other americans around). I also managed to have my last ‘real’ shower of the week there. 
That night we went out with a couple of volunteers to have dinner. However, the restaurant we were hoping to eat at was closed due to Ramadan. We had to look elsewhere, so by day two in Senegal, I was already breaking one of two rules Leah had established for me - no street food, and no well water. That night was a delicious meal of chicken and french fries served from a little shack in the market. 

A 24 Hour Love Affair

After arriving in Istanbul late at night, I was prepared to set up camp and curl up on an airport bench until the next morning. I figured I'd be able to ditch my bag for a few hours in a locker and then have all afternoon to tour the city until my connection left from Istanbul to Dakar (including a brief and sketchy stopover in Tunisia of course). Though the idea of a 20 hour layover may seem absurd and inconvenient to a lot of people, I thought it was just a bonus of my ticket and an opportunity to see some of a city that I'd heard such wonderful rumors of.

After landing, I decided to head to the Turkish Airlines desk and find some information out about the city before finding a cozy corner to curl up in. This turned out to be, arguably, the best decision I made this trip! I was instantly asked where my accomdations for the night would be, and when I said, "here," pointing to the floor of the airport, the desk attendents just laughed.

Apparently, with little to no coercion, on layovers longer than 10 hours, Turkish Airlines books you a room in the swanky, five star, Radisson Blu Airport Hotelo. The whole concept of a free room seemed quite foreign to me and I kept insisting there must be some catch. The room did turn out to be free - no strings attached, and made the 24 hours I spent in beautiful Istanbul that much more fun and rewarding!

I woke up at 7 a.m. the next morning and took full advantage of the Raddison Blu complimentary breakfast (mornings like these are so amazing after traveling for a month in cheap hostel accomdoations). Afterwards I checked in with the front desk about check-out time and learned Turkish Air had booked the room up until 5 p.m., when I would need to leave for the airport!  How exciting! That meant I was able to leave my bags, and all my valuables in the safe confines of my locked room. I left the hotel with happy stomach, and a ligther bag than I've carried in weeks (it's really the little things that make a difference sometimes)!

Istanbul itself is gorgeous and the tumultuous history including the rise and fall of many empires is evident in it's architecture. It is also huge. The city itself is the size of Delaware (around 2,000 sq miles) and a metro population the size of 10 million making it the 12th most populated city in the world. There are as many people in Istanbul as there are in Michigan or Ohio! Thank goodness they have such an established public transit system. I jumped on the metro at the airport and easily navigated my way to the tram stop that dropped me off right in front of the Ayasofya.

I walked around the former church and mosque for awhile, amazed at the impressive New Testament  mosaics and huge circular tapestries praising Allah. If only there were a couple of minorahs thrown in the mix it would've been a complete site of worship for all Abrahamic faiths!

The Blue Mosque was also quite impressive. Not as blue as I thought it would be, but stunning none the less. People were preparing for prayer during ramadan outside, cleansing face, hands and feet in the gold lacquered faucets that surround the mosque.

I decided to just walk around aimlessly for the rest of the afternoon. I strolled through the historic Markets, which were closed in creating a simliar feel to the Old City in Jerusalem, but much bigger with wider and cleaner streets making it less chaotic and claustrophobic.

Out of the market, the streets have a very European feel, but still quite Middle Eastern. It's a nice mix. It's relatively clean for a city, with some tall buildings and cobblestone streets, littered with outdoor cafes, similar to what you might find in cities like Prague or Vienna. The Middle Eastern feel comes from the buildings painted in shades of pink and aqua marine and shops spilling out of the doors and onto the streets with merchants luring you in with promises of good prices. I really enjoyed the overall feel of the city, very urban and chic but full of life and a character of it's own.

By 2 p.m., I had to talk myself in to getting on the train and heading back to the hotel to pack. My layover in Istanbul had turned into a nice little addition to my travels thus far, and I look forward to coming back in the future and giving it, as well as the rest of Turkey, more time to explore.