Ajattelimme, etta annetaan kerrankin mahdollisuus kaikille halukkaille lahtea pois Santhiabasta ja lahdettiin Goreen saarelle kolmella taksillisella iloista vakea. Ihastelimme lautalla Dakarin valoja ja pimeaa merta. Goreelle paastyamme juhlat eivat olleet alkaneet, joten kiertelimme seikkailemassa ympari saarta. Lopulta naytti silta, ettei kemuihin mennyt ketaan, koska liput maksoivat liikaa. Ei menty sitten mekaan. Yhdelta lahti lautta takaisin, mutta kukaan ei halunnut lahtea viela kotiin. Nukuimme sitten palmujen alla ja katselimme upeaa auringonnousua aamuseitseman lauttaa odotellessa.
Kotimatkalla kaikki vakuuttelivat, etteivat koskaan unohda reggae-juhlia Goreen saarella. Taksi kotiin alkoi savuttaa puolimatkassa niin, etta oli hengitettava paperin lapi. Simo istui etupenkilla ja hopotteli jotain kuskin kanssa. Kun annoin hanelle paperia hengityssuojaksi, han teki siita ison tukon ja tunki sen nenaansa. Jatkoi sitten muina miehina jutustelua se hervoton paperimytty nenassa. Me olimme takapenkilla kuolla nauruun, koko tilanne oli niin hullu.
Ihanaa, Babsku huutelee syomaan. Legi legi!
Crazy fun in Goree.
We thought it would be nice to give everybody a possibility to get away from Santhiaba for once and took three taxis to Dakar. Everybody was happy and we admired the beautiful lights of Dakar and the dark sea. When we got to Goree island, the party hadn´t yet started, so we walked around the island. Eventually it seemed that there was no-one going to the party, because the tickets were too expensive. So we didn´t go eather. At one a.m. there was a ferry going back to Dakar, but nobody wanted to leave. So, we slept under palm trees and watched an amazing sun rise while waiting for the seven o´clock ferry.
On the way back home everybody were sure that they´ll never ever forget the reggae party in Goree island. The taxi we took back started to smoke so badly that we had to breath through paper. Simo (Ndjaga) sat in the front chatting with the driver, and when I gave some toilet paper to him, he crumpled it and stuck it into his nose! Then he continued talking like nothing had happened, with the paper hanging from his nose. We lauhged so hard.. the situation was totally mad.
Great, Babsku is calling us to eat, legi legi!
