Still at the airport, I call around to several hotels to find an available room. By the time I’m ready to head into the night, it’s 4 AM. Stepping out of the building and dragging my suitcases towards the taxi park, I’m immediately surrounded by a group of taxi drivers fighting over my business. But despite my car’s broken windshield and having to be push-started, we slowly make our way towards the center of the city. I check into the hotel, sleep for five hours, then get up to take advantage of my unexpected time in Dakar. I had read about a quaint fishing village called Yoff 30 minutes from the capital, so I decide to visit there first.
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