It's been a fairly quiet week since coming back to Dakar. It turns out there's an ex-pat ultimate Frisbee group that gets together every Thursday, so I'm going to try to make it to that this week now that I have some athletic footwear (and theoretically some free time).
Last night, we decided to take our first venture into Dakar's nightlife. Coincidentally, it also poured rain for the first time this month. We ate dinner at Just4U, a restaurant/bar/club that's supposed to be "the place to go" for live music in Dakar. Around 10:30 or so, a guy started playing some mellow stuff on guitar. I wanted to stick around, but everybody else had other plans in mind. We ended up going to a place called Pharaoh's Beach (no cover charge!), which was tucked behind the artisan market that Milo and I got ripped off at earlier when doing our study on recycled art. After crossing flooded alleyways on makeshift bridges (milk crates and wooden planks), we managed to make our way into the club. It was actually quite a cool place--We were seated out on a pier overlooking the ocean. It wasn't until around 1:30 that people actually started showing up and dancing, and by the time I left (about 2:30), things were really only starting to get underway. Basically, people party really late in this city. It fascinates me that people can sleep in so late the following day, too, given the intense heat that starts once the sun comes up.
Also, the gender ratio in that club was hilariously disproportionate. There were probably 10 men to every woman.
Tomorrow, we start our music and dance workshops. I've elected to learn Kora, a harp-like instrument. I'm really looking forward to it.
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