Zach’s Travels

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After an email from my mother saying I need to update my blog about my trip to Touba, I’ve decided to overcome my brief plague of laziness and actually write something.  That and I’m currently sitting in my room not doing much of anything else.
We left last Wednesday afternoon – myself, Doucoure, Baye Fall, Amadi, [...]

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Back in a couple of days.

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Yesterday Doucoure and I headed to the stadium to watch some Senegalese Wrestling.  To make a long story short:  I had a great time.
Wrestling is huge here and that was definitely the wildest and craziest experience I have had since I’ve been here.  Tons of people all squished together as people play drums, sing, chant, [...]

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For those interested, I have fully recovered from the unknown stomach illness. For those of you who sent kind thoughts of “get well,” “please don’t die” and the like - thank you. For those of you who secretly hoped this would be the end of me and sat eagerly waiting to hear the [...]

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Have had some unknown sickness for about 2.5 days now.  Spent two nights ago vomiting and generally purging the system.  Stomach ache, headache, general fatigue.  Went to the doctor yesterday.  Now THAT was a language barrier.  Tested for Malaria.  Test came back inconclusive.  Put me on an array of meds - no idea what they [...]

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How many religious studies and computer science double majors interning in Senegal can there be? My guess is not many. Which is why I’m now famous. Kind of. But not really: http://www.traveling-stories-magazine.com/coming-full-circle/
In other news, this week has been painstakingly boring. To be quite honest I haven’t really done anything of [...]

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Saturday night I slept outside on the topmost point of the island, next to some old guns that the French left behind many years ago. Beautiful night. Great temperature with a nice breeze and a sky full of stars.
I was invited by Duchere, one of my closest and most helpful friends [...]

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So every day my lunch is made by a small, shuffling man named Opa. That’s really about all I can tell you about Opa because I don’t speak French and he doesn’t speak English. Our conversations typically follow along the lines of him saying something in French to which I respond by simply [...]

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