We went to this hotel and slept until noon. Then we went to this very nice house in Yoff and sat on the roof for orientation. After sitting around for about 2 hours, we got traditional skirts (pants for men) and finally lunch. It was Thiéboudienne (pronounced kinda like "Che-bu-jen"), the national dish of Senegal. Not only did we have to eat it on a mat and using only our right hand, the first bite I took was something inedible, probably a nut shell or something.
It was all fun and games until I decided to be brave and try one of the little orange peppers in the tiny bowl. I though, hey, I'm in Senegal. Why not? Wrong. Pain like there was a full-power blowtorch in my mouth. I had the shakes for about an hour and couldn't eat anything. When we stood up, I was pretty sure I had burned a hole in my stomach. We went to the beach. This is Zoey and me below. I look like I'm having fun, but my stomach was hating me at that point.
We had dinner at the same house and went back to the hotel for sleep.
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Yes, you hide it well!
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