Thoughts about trash

During our stay in Dakar we had been very aware of the pollution of the water. The air always had a slight smell of sewage, and on one of our walks we had seen that it was indeed true that the sewage from the city emptied directly out into the anchorage; a small river of a thick, black substance, which it was impossible to walk past without gagging. Plastic was everywhere; in the streets, on the beach and in the water. Looking through Instagram, it appears that a whole bunch of people in the west seem to think that buying hair brushes made of wood and stainless steel water bottles and posting it under hashtags like #RefuseReduceReuse and #ZeroWaste will solve the world’s problems. Continue reading

Île de Gorée; visiting the slave island

Sailing in to the anchorage in Dakar, we passed close by the Île de Gorée, where two forts can be seen along with old and colorful colonial houses in different states of repair. This island is the place where the slaves used to be collected before they were shipped off towards the other side of the Atlantic. Now it’s a UNESCO world heritage site. Continue reading

A little oasis in a city on speed

We had heard that the anchorage in Dakar was located where the city’s sewage washed into the sea, that it could be so smelly that you wake up from it at night, and that you must wash your hands if you accidentally get any of the water on your hands, not to contract som illness or infection. And yes, the water was pretty much the filthiest we had seen so far, so we were happy that the CVD provided a ferry shuttle that would sail around the anchorage every couple of hours and pick up the people who would like to go on land. Continue reading