Ndank ndank

We had our last orientation meetings today - learned about the mango worms we could come across (apparently you just pop them out when they come up for air, and if they're larger than a grain of rice...they've been in for a while) - which was followed by yet another amazing lunch. We had Maffe (peanut sauce on rice and meat). My inability to keep the rice either in the bowl or in my mouth continues to amaze me.

In the afternoon we had our first official class - Wolof.  Ndank ndank means literally - slowly slowly..or just little by little. This is how it is recommended we explore Senegalese food - ndank ndank. They suggest you don't eat ALL the foods you want to try in one day...I'll see if I can follow that advice...

 Maffe (and here starts my love affair with hot sauce) - peanut butter sauce, rice and meat = I love Dakar

The scenery makes a run a little less dull.

This is the gym I want to join.
I'm really disappointed I missed the peak hours - but I'll get it better next time. Hundreds of people running back and forth together, sprinting, doing exercises, and always playing soccer.