Monday, February 1, 2010

Dakar


A couple weeks ago, me, my first host dad, my second host dad, their two sons, and a friend of theirs, took a motorcycle trip to watch a rally race called "Dakar". It is called that because it used to be held in the African nation of the same name, but a few years ago it had to be moved because of the increasingly unstable political conditions.
Anyways, we rode about three and a half hours on the motorcycles, on normal highways, then came to a sixty mile dirt road. After about one hour, we had gone about twenty miles, and it was getting dark. The reason it took so long was because the road was full of pockets of silt, which once you drove through, instantly sunk into, and lost control. Luckily, because of the horrible condition of the road, you couldn't go very fast, and therefore none of us crashed too hard, and no one was hurt at all.
So we drove back to the nearest town, my host dad called a friend who was coming and asked him to pick us up. We left the motorcycles at a tiny restaurant where we also ate dinner. The friend arrived at about three in the morning, and we were off, finally.
We arrived at the place we wanted to be at about four in the morning, and slept until about seven. Then we headed out into the desert to find a good place to watch.
After a hot, but fun day, we bid Dakar farewell, and headed home, it was quite the adventure.

1 comment:

  1. Great post and with photos now too! Thanks for sharing!

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