In Dakar, we rented an apartment in an area that is sure to become elite as soon as asphalt is laid there. The apartment was also unexpectedly spacious and modern, but with one funny detail. All windows in it were protected with bars and mosquito nets to prevent intruders and malarial mosquitoes from getting inside. The funny thing was that there was not one wall in the corridor of the apartment. Just such a layout: a corridor ending with a balcony. And, in principle, intruders and mosquitoes could easily get inside through the missing wall. Therefore, the doors of the rooms had to be kept closed.
Another sign that the apartment was African, despite the renovation, was a device for accounting for consumed electricity. If the device, after three days of residence, showed a number greater than 30, the electricity would be turned off in the apartment for overspending.
Half an hour walk from the apartment, the map promised a beach. Therefore, as soon as I settled in, I took swimming trunks and rushed in the hope of swimming at sunset. But he didn't bathe. As far as the eye could see, the evening beach was covered with boats lined up in three rows. Many thousands of boats. Next to them, among the garbage, lay a fish on the sand. I almost bought some hefty fish for a ridiculous 20 euros by European standards. But I decided not to doom myself to a three-day fish diet.
