Our last night in Ndioum was like going to a middle-school dance. The high school English club told us to arrive around 6 pm. They ended up picking us up in a car and driving through Ndioum’s market to reach a beautiful house where the club had rented chairs and a DJ system. We were seated at a table that looked out onto a dance floor, bordered by plastic chairs and members of the English club. We waited for hours for a teacher to show-up. Finally we started late around 9:30. Almost everyone gave speeches, including ourselves. Then the club gave us a certificate of honor with a marabout stork in the background. The best part: the certificate was made out to “Mister Paul and his wife.” After a whirlwind of photo-taking, they ushered us into the car and drove us home. It was a great way to say good-bye to Ndioum.
The next morning we got into a 5-am sept-place and headed to Dakar. We stayed with our friend Mike Toso in Dakar. As Paul says, the COS (Close of service) process is somewhat like going to the DMV everyday for a week. We had a checklist written in size 8 font that filled an entire page and required the signatures of some 15 administrative officers in the PC office, showing that we’d completed certain paperwork or done certain tasks.
We visited Ngekhokh, Thies, and have spent most days on the beach drinking beers, eating seafood, and reminiscing with other PCVs. It is hard to believe that our two years are up. For now, goodbye Senegal.