There is a really good bakery just down the street from my apartment, and it would be where I would buy breakfast this morning. I bought three different pastries and enjoyed them throughout the morning. If you’ve ever been to France, you know what I’m talking about when I say the bakeries are irresistible. I made this stop on my way to the train station where I would meet up with a group of the students for the day’s excursion… to Monaco! The train ride from here to Monaco is only 20 minutes, although today’s train was super packed (nothing I wasn’t used to from Dakar). When we arrived, we made our way first to the top of a large hill where the Palais Princier is located. At noon, we witnessed their “changing of the guard” ritual outside the palace, which was really neat, and then at 13h we took a tour of the palace itself. In between, I walked around the area, admiring the amazing view and beautiful architecture, and even stumbling upon the Canadian consulate by accident. The tour of the palace was self-guided, with one of those listening devices that you hold up to your ear and it explains all the history behind what you’re looking at. After the palace tour, we made our way to the Musée Océanographique. This giant building was split up into two sections: one is an aquarium with numerous exotic fish and the other is more of your standard museum. Probably the coolest part of the museum was the exhibit where I got to pet a real live shark! The rest of the afternoon consisted of visiting Monte Carlo. We saw (and even took a peek inside) the famous casino and opera house, as well as a plethora of very nice, very expensive cars. Monaco is actually the second smallest and second most densely populated country in the world with 18,000 people per km2. It also happens to be the richest country in the world (by GDP/capita) at over $150,000 per person. I witnessed both sides of the country during my time there.
My first full day in Nice was occupied with an orientation day program put together by the university. For those who don’t know, I’m in Nice for three weeks to take some summer French courses and also because I couldn’t think of a better place to spend the rest of my summer than in the South of France where the Alps and the Mediterranean converge to create one of the most beautiful landscapes in the world. The first thing on the agenda was an early morning social outside for all the students to get to know each other. There are at least 20 countries represented here among the students, including: Canada, USA, Cuba, Brazil, Germany, Austria, Poland, Italy, Switzerland, Spain, Greece, China, Japan, Thailand, Philippines, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Romania, Netherlands, and Belarus. Also outside were two billboards, filled with information. On the one, there were posted the class lists and schedules (three hours of class time in the morning, followed by an hour lunch break, followed by two hours of themed workshops in the early afternoon). And from the other billboard, I learned that they had cultural activities and excursion planned for us in the afternoons (or all-day on Saturdays) on four days of the week. Next up was a small presentation from the director, inside in the amphitheatre, about the program, the university, the city, and generally what to expect over the next three weeks. Afterwards, we received our “student cards,” which were about three times the size of a normal card and wouldn’t fit in any wallet, and then headed back outside for a buffet lunch. The sandwiches provided were very tasty and the live, jazz group accompaniment added a nice touch. After eating, I stood in line at the “InfoBus” to buy a bus pass for the month. Oh how I will enjoy the bus system here after what I had gotten used to in Dakar over the past seven weeks. Having a route map and a schedule will be so nice! At 15h30, everyone would regroup at the university and we would go on our first excursion: a walking tour around Nice. The tour lasted about four hours, during which I saw some of the most amazing views of the city while learning a ton of interesting history about the region. We also stopped for ice cream at the most famous place in town – it only took one taste to realize why!
Our tour ended at the Place Garibaldi, at one of the small cafés, where I had a really nice Rooibos tea blend. After today, I can safely say I’m going to enjoy living here for the next three weeks. A group of 21 of us interns (more or less all of us) arrived in Saint-Louis (a six hour drive north of Dakar) the day before. On this particular day, I woke up early to be ready to visit two of the local animal reserves in the morning (along with six other interns). Unfortunately, the Djoudj Bird Sanctuary (the third largest bird reserve in the world) was closed for the season, so we had to settle for two smaller reserves. The first one we visited was the Reserve de Guembeul, where we walked through the park, seeing giant turtles (and their not-so-giant babies), gazelles, oryx, and monkeys. The second stop was the Reserve de la Langue de Barbarie. There, we took a boat ride down the river, observing many different types of birds, like pelicans, and even some type of fish that jumped out of the water like dolphins. After lunch, we toured around the small island village of Saint-Louis itself. We saw the famous bridge connecting to the mainland, which was built in 1897 and rumoured to have been designed by Gustave Eiffel. We saw the governor's palace (an extravagant house with an enormous courtyard), a giant, ancient cathedral (the first ever church in West Africa), as well as a lot of other French-inspired architecture. The town is old (France’s first colony in West Africa), but beautiful. It's a shame that the vandalism and garbage detracts from the overall appearance. Our tour ended at the local crêperie, where I had two amazingly delicious crêpes! The first one was mango/chocolate and the second was apple/caramel. In a back room of the crêperie, there was a small library with some fascinating, ancient pieces of literature. Dylan found one book that was printed in 1803! Back at the hotel, sometime around 3am, the seven of us that were still up decided to head down to the beach. The first thing we noticed was just how dark it was, there’s no light pollution here! So we had a stunning view of the stars and constellations, with a spectacular view of the Milky Way. As we approached the water, someone switched on a flashlight, illuminating the thousands of crabs that lined the seashore! We decided to create our own version of Russian Roulette by running through the crabs for as long as we could, in the pitch black. We would then actually go into the ocean and play in the waves for a while. It was so cool because the ocean was filled with bioluminescent phytoplankton, so when you submerge yourself in the water and then stand up out of it, your body is covered with tiny little blue lights. You can also wave your hands under the water and they will all light up and glow. I’ve never seen anything like that before – a magnificent, natural display of these tiny ocean creatures!
I had the day to myself, free to do as I pleased, so I decided to head out into the city and check off a few more things from my “Dakar Bucket List.” Aside from two hills, locally known as “les mamelles,” the city of Dakar is very flat. On one of these hills is the Monument to the African Renaissance, the tallest statue in the world. And on the other is a lighthouse. I have already visited the monument, so today I thought I would check out the lighthouse. This turned out to be a fabulous decision. Although I had to climb the relatively steep hill on foot under the blazing African sun, the view from the top was worth it! Nowhere else can you find a 360° panorama of the city like this! After I had finished admiring the view, I descended the hill and then took a taxi downtown. My first stop was the Musée Théodore Monod, the most well-known African art museum in the country. The museum’s exhibits displayed works from all over Africa. Masks from Mali, jewelry from Gambia, weapons from Niger, and even the door to an ancient cult from the Ivory Coast. My next objective was to find the Canadian embassy. This actually took longer than it should have because Google Maps lied to me about its location. I ended up having to stop at a café to use their wifi in order to consult the Government of Canada website about the embassy’s location. Ironically, the café I stopped at was a Canadian franchise! It didn’t take long to find it after I had verified its actual location. I soaked in that little piece of home as I took a tour around the embassy. There wasn’t much to the place. It was small, simple, welcoming, and not nearly as extravagant as I imagined the American embassy would be. (This was later verified when I passed the US embassy on July 22.)
In the morning, I took the bus up to the terminal near Adrian’s house (an intern on my project from Romania) where I met Jakub and Marisa (both also on my project – from the Czech Republic and Switzerland, respectively). We walked together to Adrian’s house where went spent the morning planning modules for our session that was planned to start up next week. After the planning was finished, we headed to the beach for the afternoon. The beaches in Dakar are very nice. Some parts can be very dirty, but you can also find stretches that are clean and perfect for relaxing. Around 15h, Adrian’s host (Bashir) bought us a large bowl of Yassa Poisson, from which we all shared a delicious late lunch. During the meal, Bashir taught us the meaning of the word “djongama.” (This is a word in Wolof, the local language here which is actually only spoken in Senegal. French is the official language, although Wolof is learned in the household and French in school, so Wolof is spoken among friends and the less educated.) In English, the word signifies a “large woman.” It is actually considered a compliment to be called a “djongama” here as many men prefer their women hefty. Bashir also made the comical observation that he will often see a “djongama” with a very small man – exactly who is protecting who?
The heat makes it difficult to sleep, the fan isn’t doing much for me. I had lunch with Franck at a small restaurant close to our apartment. There, I finally ate my first truly African meal: Yassa Poisson (rice, onion sauce, fish). After lunch, I had planned to go buy my boat ticket for a trip down south to the Casamance. I was told that the ticket office was very close to the final stop of the number one bus. However, because of a poor assumption based on some other pieces of that conversation, I ended up at the wrong end of the bus route. This explained the funny looks and confusion I received from the locals when I asked where the ticket office was located. I decided to get back on the bus and take the almost two hour ride to the other end of the line. I then located the ticket office, but it had closed hours ago. By this point, I was frustrated and tired, but I knew I was close to the port, so I walked around for a while trying to find a beach to relax on or at least a nice view of the water. Nothing. I did manage to buy a mango, though, which was extremely delicious – there’s nothing like eating a fruit that was just recently picked.
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