In the morning I get out from under my mosquito net and brush the sand that clings to my legs. A waxy glaze covers my body like the dyed fabrics in the Marche Sendega in downtown Dakar.  I consume water as if I had an IV hooked to my mouth in order to keep up with the sweat that covers all corners of my body. I am buzzing off instant coffee with a stomach full of rice and fish and I can't remember how to say "I'm full" in wolof.

Welcome to Senegal. I am spending the next six months in Dakar, Senegal. Keep updated to hear about my adventures.

Katy