Lying just a couple of kilometres off the coast here in Dakar is Ile de Goree, a world heritage site which is principally known for its role in the slave trade. Its a small island, easily visible from Dakar and only a 20 minute ferry ride from the port, but that 20 minutes takes you to a completely different world. The island has no cars and a small permanent population which is swelled each day by visiting tourists. Most of the buildings on the island date back to the 19c and earlier, with some dating back to the 15c when the Portuguese first arrived here. Not having had a chance to visit it so far, I'd arranged to go to-day with Judith, a colleague from the wfp office. We took the 10am ferry, and after a quick but very pleasant trip arrived in the little harbour, where local lads in the water were calling out for coins to be thrown in which they would then dive down and retrieve - all within a few metres of the ferry.
The island itself was an absolute delight - a real little gem which surpassed all expectations. Quiet, narrow lanes with little surprises at each turn, lovely terracotta buildings and little squares with trees and shrubs in blossom.
We were particularly struck by one huge palm tree - with some very strange looking fruit - colleagues at Vodafone may recognise them - in fact it's the local mobile phone mast! (see pic). On the far side of the island, away from the village, a small artists colony has grown up, based around some large gun emplacements from the second world war. There is also a small mosque, supposedly one of the oldest in West Africa, which looks like it must originally have been a church. One of the old houses has been turned into a museum on the slave trade, and includes a 'door of no return' - an opening out to the sea through which slaves were supposedly taken onto ships for transportation.
The weather was beautiful, right up until the point where we got on the ferry for the return to Dakar, at which point a storm which had been threatening all afternoon arrived with a vengeance. The ferry had to wait for the worst of it to pass before setting off, but even so every one got soaked to the skin, and then I had to drive the scooter back home through the driving rain as well - interesting!
The island was an absolute treat, and I will definitely be going back there.
Back home, and dried off I checked the cricket score - and England have won the Ashes!