Arriving in Dakar 3

On the ten-minute ride to Yoff (which seemed like hours), I had a jumbled impression of lots of unfinished buildings and trash. It looked to me as though the city ahd been bombed and was just starting to dig out. When we arrived, I was sure we were in the wrong place, that somehow we had ended up in a slum section of Dakar and would get sorted out and get to the right place. Wrong!