No lame attempts at witty humor- just pictures…because I’m wicked tired. 

Moving out of my temporary lodging this morning and naively thinking “Man, I’ve got a lot of stuff!”

Glad I took a picture, so I will know that the kitchen was once in a clean-ish state.

Doesn’t it look like that flower on the screen was put there on purpose? I think there was some show on RTS about Gorée Island

Guests- this is where you’ll be staying if I ever get this bed cleaned off.  Runners get to stay free, everyone else has to pay at least a dollar. 

…and your dollar gets you a bath in this shower curtain-less personal bathroom. Yes, I’m forbidding you from showering since you’ll just get water all over the floor.

My place came furnished (kinda) if you couldn’t already tell. I opted not to put a bed in this room, and will instead make it my office where I can sit at my desk and work on winning my Nobel Prize.

One of the views from my balcony. The ocean’s out there- it’s just a little dusty right now. Like the rest of Dakar.

I picked this as my bedroom cuz I’m a sailor. And I need a porthole in my warship-less life right now. 

Oh sweet. I can see the African Renaissance Monument from outside my porthole!

I can’t be certain, but moving must be like childbirth. You don’t remember how painful the process is when you’re no longer in the moment. I can’t figure out otherwise why I’d be smiling in this picture.
 

Stand by for “during” photos.  They don’t look nearly as impressively messy as they do in real life.