Stepping onto a small boat from Dakar, we traveled on sea for 20 minutes and entered Goree Island about three hundred years back in time. An eerie site as we approcahed the island once owned by europeans and used as a holding point for slaves before they were traded .

Over 15 million Africans were brought through this one most western point of the continent over  the course of 300 years to be taken into a life of servitude.

Packed into  8 x8 rooms and spearated by men, women, children and impaired,  slaves were inspected and then

forced through  “the door of no return” to board ships bound for America. A life of slavery, never to return to their native land.


Goree Island is a beautful, colorful home of artists and fisherman but one has trouble seeing juxtapostion of the  jubiliant children making a sport of catching coins off the tourists boats and the stone fortress that housed their ancestors and stole their dignity and freedom.  Goree Island’s Slave Museum hits you in the soul and I know it will stay with me forever.

This statue of Liberty depicting a man and woman with broken chains was strong image and reminder of the perseverance of the African people.

Still Goree Island was filled with wonderful surprises. A delicious meal by the sea. Traditional food of Poulet Yassa, a chicken and rice with delectable stewed onions.

Colorful artwork and fishing boats.

Colorful,old stucco and narrow sandstone streets

…and  of course, Senegalese drummers. We had to join in but Joel got the beat much faster than I.

After a full day and rest…our guide, and now good friend, Karim showed us Senegalese night life, until we turned it in at 2AM (which was when it was just beginning.) Sorry Karim.