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Two Weeks in Senegal

When is a travel post a geography lesson? This feels like a bit of both on my family’s recent trip to Senegal in west Africa, but if I only post lovely pictures and talk about touristy things it would give a false impression, not only of the little we saw of the country but also of the impression it made on me. 

Part of this is down to our reason for going: to visit our eldest son R, 21, who’s spending the third year of his French and International Relations degree in the capital, Dakar.  He lives a simple life in a typical central neighbourhood; getting by on a tiny allowance, he commutes to his teaching internship on the jam-packed car rapide (minibus) where he’s usually the only toubab (white person).  Joining a local rugby team made up of locals and French ex-pats has given him a ready-made social life.  It’s an incredible experience for a young man with his interests and we’re really proud of his openness and adaptability.  His knowledge and personal take on Senegal added a unique dimension to the trip I took with his dad and younger brother.

Like most foreigners, I knew very little about Senegal – it’s certainly not a common destination and there are no direct flights from the UK.  We flew Air Portugal via Lisbon, R has used Iberia via Madrid.  We rented two fabulous properties on Airbnb, a flat in the Dakar neighbourhood of Virage (near the beach below ) and a villa close to the coastal resort of Saly.

We have visited countries in various stages of development including different parts of South Africa, but Senegal bore little relation to anywhere we’d been before.  I wasn’t aware that it’s one of the world’s 36 UN designated Least Developed Countries, and whilst it didn’t shock me the way India did at the age of 22 on my first trip outside Europe, it reminded me how easy it is to take the comforts of life in a developed country and basic amenities like electricity, clean/hot water and waste disposal systems for granted – the absence of the latter is sadly much in evidence. (We really need to do something about plastic on this planet.) There are however positive signs of economic and infrastructure development, often involving foreign investment.

Senegal gained independence from France in 1960 having been one of the colonies of French West Africa, and was previously under the Dutch, Portuguese and British due to its strategic location as the westernmost point of Africa (of which more shortly).  The enduring influence of France is apparent in many aspects of Senegalese life: French is the official language and widely spoken alongside the lingua franca, Wolof. Conversely, English is barely spoken at all even in business hotels etc, which is a source of frustration for some travellers.

All of this explains why Senegal mainly appeals to the French for winter sun, although it’s a far less mainstream destination than the Canaries for British and German tourists.  One key difference is that eating in restaurants and buying imported goods in supermarkets costs as much if not more than in Europe – you quickly come to appreciate these as luxuries which are simply not an option for most residents.

Dakar isn’t a gentle introduction – on a peninsula, it’s very spread out so it takes ages to get around by taxi (taxis are cheap, you bargain).  Traffic is crazy and the air quality isn’t the best due to wind, dust and exhaust fumes.  We were constantly being told that Dakar is not a ville touristique and that’s clear, but it’s vibrant and interesting, which if you’ve made it here, is probably enough.  In any case, there are compensations.  The Senegalais have a philosophy of Téranga – hospitality and friendliness – to everyone.  I loved the way they greet and treat each other as friends even if they’ve never met before. I’ve never been anywhere we spent so much time talking to the people we met about their country and their lives, and this was one of the best parts for me.

We had five days in Dakar, which included plenty of time hanging out together at the flat – we all began the trip exhausted (I’d finally made it to the end of my new novel days before).  You could definitely do it justice in two or three days.  To begin, R took us on a tour along the Corniche (coast road), visiting the colossal and controversial North Korean built memorial to the African Renaissance, celebrating 50 years of Senegalese independence; controversial partly because the female figure is barely dressed and this is a Muslim country.  (It made me wonder how come they didn’t approve the design.)

From there we went to see the exterior of the Grande Mosquée de la Divinité and took a long walk alongside beaches and cliffs pounded by Atlantic surf.  There are several attractive places where you can stop for a drink to enjoy the view – I love being on the coast.  Other days we went to the downtown district of Plateau, which has a strong look and feel of the 1970s – not a place of unmissable sights but worth wandering around, as was the southern tip of the peninsula. The highlight of our time in Dakar was the Ile de Gorée, a small island reached by boat which is a UNESCO World Heritage Site visited by Obama and Mandela shortly before he died.

Although Dakar is clearly visible across the water, Gorée is another world with its perfectly kept lanes (there are no vehicles), coloured houses and lush vegetation.  The sense of peace and serenity is completely at odds with the island’s barbaric history as a holding centre for people from all over Africa who were coerced into the Transatlantic slave trade.  We had a wonderful guide and our circuit took us to the Maison des Esclaves (Slave House) with its ‘Door of No Return’.  Hearing what was done to those men, women and children here and in similar buildings around the island was deeply shaming and harrowing. This is a place we won’t forget.

After the chaos of Dakar we were ready to move somewhere more laid back, heading to the main tourist region centred on the resort of Saly less than two hours south of the capital where temperatures are reliably 35 C + all year .  Our villa had the most stunning garden where we spent hours reading, swimming and relaxing to the sound of coconut trees clanking (they do!) and tropical birdsong.  Saly feels slightly unreal – whilst it’s far less manicured than a European seaside resort, there are some clean beaches, plenty of great places to eat and drink, many of them French-owned and catering to a clientele mostly of retired French people. (I haven’t felt so young in a long time.) We did a few very local outings, one to the Somone lagoon, where we spent a long lunch at a Rasta-themed beach place, enjoying the breeze and the view.  After a few days here my husband and younger son had to return to London for work and school, but I stayed on for another five days with R, doing very little (except reading, of course) and going out in the evening.  We talked about all kinds of things and it was lovely to have that time together in a year we’re seeing so little of each other.

Senegal was a family reunion, a fun holiday and an eye-opener: like all good trips, it made me look at things from a new perspective, only more so.  R told me that when he first learned the standard response to ‘How are you?’ in Wolof, maa ngi fi, he thought it might be related to magnifique in French.  In fact, it means ‘I’m here’. That moved me, and wherever I am, I’m going to try to remember it.

See the PLACES tab for more travel pieces, including Northern Spain, Malaysia, Vietnam, West Coast USA, Western Cape (South Africa), eastern South Africa.

*POSTSCRIPT*

Next week the Sofa Spotlight guest author programme continues with a visit from Helen Kitson on Writing about Writers in her excellent debut novel The Last Words of Madeleine Anderson.  Also, as I read so many (albeit not all) good books on my trip, I’ll also be posting a reading round-up sometime soon.

 

 

About Isabel Costello

Novelist and short story writer based in London. Debut novel PARIS MON AMOUR now out in digital and audio, paperback on 22 May 2017. Host of the Literary Sofa blog.

Discussion

7 thoughts on “Two Weeks in Senegal

  1. I recently watched Africa with Ade Adepitan and found it fascinating so I really enjoy your travel post. I love experiencing your adventures vicariously – I can’t imagine I’ll ever visit anywhere as exotic as Senegal. It sounds like an amazing trip!

    Posted by helenmackinven | March 8, 2019, 17:17
  2. Really good thanks for sharing. Following

    Posted by Kelly MacKay | March 25, 2019, 23:01
  3. I studied abroad in Senegal for four months and miss it every day. It’s a wonderful country.

    Posted by Sarah | July 15, 2019, 23:30
    • Thanks for your comment and sorry I’ve been away so didn’t reply for ages. My son had a fantastic time there before taking off round Kenya, Zimbabwe, Zambia and SA this summer. Glad to hear it was such a great experience for you too!

      Posted by Isabel Costello | August 28, 2019, 18:07

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