WAIST
West African Invitational Softball Tournament
On the road….
I just got back from my first “vacation” here in Mali. I went to Dakar, Senegal. Just beautiful. Peace Corps Volunteer, ex-pats, and many people gathered for a weekend of softball and fun. We spent most of the days at the American Club by the pool….
Dakar was just amazing. I had no idea such a city existed in West African. I now call it the New York City of West Africa. So much good food and drink and delicious ice-cream.
Us Mali volunteers had a softball team, and we did pretty well. We won our first two games and then lost to one of the international school teams…. Which was unfortunate being beat by middle schoolers. But in the end we represented well and had a great time.
We wore traditional Malian bogolan clothing that comes from Dogon Country where there are many funny looking hats.
When we weren’t at the American Club, we were at the beach in Dakar….wow! It has been a while since I’ve been to the ocean. Just as breath taking, relaxing and peaceful as it has always been.
Also, while in Dakar we toured the city. One day we went to the market, train station, and checking out the developed architecture that Mali lacks. I could write for days about what I saw and experienced, but this is the shortened version. Perhaps more will come later.
We also went to the museum which is supposed to be the best in West Africa. After leaving we had our doubts. Art here is different than expected. When I figure out what it means and its representations, I’ll make another post. It wasn’t quite as impressionable as I had anticipated.
Yes, I am standing with the statues. I had to suck it up. (For those who don’t know I am scared of statues.) There were some fascinating masks though.
There was also a modern art display which represented 8th grade art. The more and more I discover the art, the more I want to start an art club in my village. There is obviously something lacking, and perhaps its creativity and thinking outside of the box.
After the long weekend in Dakar we went to a beach house a couple hours away for the rest of the week. It was just as beautiful as Dakar but much more peaceful and relaxing. I spent 2 days in the ocean riding waves…and choking down mouthfuls of salt water.
I want to end on a good note and not mention that it took 62 hours to get from the beach back to Bamako… its I haven’t mentioned this before public transportation and roads sucks here. We were planning on riding the train, but it derailed the previous week... maybe next year!
West African Invitational Softball Tournament
On the road….
I just got back from my first “vacation” here in Mali. I went to Dakar, Senegal. Just beautiful. Peace Corps Volunteer, ex-pats, and many people gathered for a weekend of softball and fun. We spent most of the days at the American Club by the pool….
Dakar was just amazing. I had no idea such a city existed in West African. I now call it the New York City of West Africa. So much good food and drink and delicious ice-cream.
Us Mali volunteers had a softball team, and we did pretty well. We won our first two games and then lost to one of the international school teams…. Which was unfortunate being beat by middle schoolers. But in the end we represented well and had a great time.
We wore traditional Malian bogolan clothing that comes from Dogon Country where there are many funny looking hats.
When we weren’t at the American Club, we were at the beach in Dakar….wow! It has been a while since I’ve been to the ocean. Just as breath taking, relaxing and peaceful as it has always been.
Also, while in Dakar we toured the city. One day we went to the market, train station, and checking out the developed architecture that Mali lacks. I could write for days about what I saw and experienced, but this is the shortened version. Perhaps more will come later.
We also went to the museum which is supposed to be the best in West Africa. After leaving we had our doubts. Art here is different than expected. When I figure out what it means and its representations, I’ll make another post. It wasn’t quite as impressionable as I had anticipated.
Yes, I am standing with the statues. I had to suck it up. (For those who don’t know I am scared of statues.) There were some fascinating masks though.
There was also a modern art display which represented 8th grade art. The more and more I discover the art, the more I want to start an art club in my village. There is obviously something lacking, and perhaps its creativity and thinking outside of the box.
After the long weekend in Dakar we went to a beach house a couple hours away for the rest of the week. It was just as beautiful as Dakar but much more peaceful and relaxing. I spent 2 days in the ocean riding waves…and choking down mouthfuls of salt water.
I want to end on a good note and not mention that it took 62 hours to get from the beach back to Bamako… its I haven’t mentioned this before public transportation and roads sucks here. We were planning on riding the train, but it derailed the previous week... maybe next year!
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