Due to the frequent and lengthy power cuts (off 20 hours in a 24-hour stretch), this post will be comprised of keywords rather than the full story.

Water up to the middle of the doors.
(Click to zoom in. There’s a guy to the left in hip-deep.)

Rain.

Flood.

Sewage overflow.

Best option for getting home.

One block.

Here we go.

Deep. Deep. Deeper.

From passenger window – not even the deepest point yet.

Praying.

Water seeping in the side doors.

Pape strapped in next to me. All I can think is Pape.

Even deeper.

We’re out.

So thankful and relieved.

We’re shaking, but we’re out.

TIP: When it rains in Dakar, avoid rue Front de Terre and avenue Bourgiba at all costs.

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