Whales die after stranding on Senegal coast:
The bodies of at least 38 whales have washed up on a Dakar beach and wildlife officials say as many as 100 swam up close to the shore.
Yoff beach, right in front of our house.
The Senegalese army has launched an offensive against rebels in the southern Casamance region, after 16 villagers had their left ears cut off.
I thought the key-sized cockroach who lives in our staircase had permanently (and somewhat magically) relocated to our balcony, where Pablo had whacked it with something and sent it to die on the sand below. Alas, my joy was short-lived. I was running down the stairs last night to get Tom from the airport and who do I run into but my old friend the roach. Just chilling on the steps, all cool and key-sized. Like those keys that open castles, not little scooters or teenage diaries.
This weekend also featured some sort of mutant fly that had sprouted extra long back legs and had super strength. I have a picture, but I will spare you. What will next week bring?
My camera disappeared from the office, so I’ve been recycling older pictures for the past few weeks. This one, taken by Jo-Lind, is one of my favourites of late: Clémence clutching her bowl of Corn Flakes and looking like she’s reading Roberto Bolaño.
Plans for tomorrow include a long screaming match with a 100-kg woman from the Ministry (not pictured). I remember Sonia, after her visit to Madame Mb., saying over and over ah, Senegalese women… they sure are strong! But I will not be coerced. I refuse to back down.
