Dakar City and the Village at Lake Retba

The way out to Lake Retba was very arid. What trees there were, looked like these.

Just beyond Lake Retba was a small farming village. Like the route out, it was dry and sandy.

Goats were grazing in the shade of the few trees around.

Chickens were kept within the village itself.

The cooking was done at a communal kitchen.

The fields were adjacent to the village, and broken into small, hand watered, plots.

The road back to Dakar passed through more dry, sandy countryside. Here horses are crossing a wash,

and resting in the shade.

The outskirts of Dakar seemed in many ways untouched by time.

Marketing was still the open air, sell what's available now type.

Even the meat market was open air.

Okay, some things have changed with time.

As we moved into the center of Dakar, traffic started getting thick.

We, however, had an escort to get us through.

One of the more common forms to transport was these horse carts. They look like they are made with the rear axle of a dead car.

The horse carts and the cars seemed to mix easily on the streets.

I liked the paint jobs on the trucks.