Saturday, August 12, 2006


So I've been staying in Dakar for the week, working with a great bunch of kids at an English summer camp and also splitting my time with the Olympic Pool and the Senegalese National Team. During this time I've spent quite a bit of time under the flight path of planes coming to and leaving Dakar. So thanks to my proximity to the airport I've been thinking about flight a little bit. Not that I'm going to leave, or even want to, but after nearly a year here, seeing people coming and going gives me a strange feeling. On one hand, seeing those planes reminds me that I CAN go home if the need arises, on the other hand it reminds me that I'm not going home, and won't be any time soon.

No comments:

Post a Comment