The Moral Dilemma
Somewhere along the way we met a foreign doctor practicing in Africa. I was curious what kind of issues expats living in Africa would be experiencing. As far as I could tell, they were all living the dream. A white man’s life – whether you were actually white or not – which, in the emerging markets, typically come with a view. Gorgeous villas high up on the cliffs of the seaside, with gorgeous trees leaning against gated walls with long-limbed branches dripping bright red flowers over them, tantalizing the outgated locals outside.
The doctor invited us to a restaurant on the seaside, and drove us in the opposite direction of where we were pointed to by our wonderful driver of the earlier week.
The food at Restaurant Le Cocotier was not as good as what our expert local guides had recommended to us, and there was no ambience to speak of, meaning, there were a bunch of burnt male expats standing along the seaside bar obstructing the view as you walked in.
But adjust your eyes past them and you had the most breathtaking view of crystal blue crushing waves hitting up against the beach just below you. There were wooden steps leading you down from the top of the cliff to the shore. You smelled the brininess of the sea, heard the rhythm of crushing waves, and looked straight out onto a gorgeous sunset.
We sat and talked about the moral dilemmas of living in Africa, where daily food was prioritized over environmental issues, where you could not judge people for littering amidst the multi-colored trash blossoming like flowers on the roadside, and, of course, the fin-less sharks. We were served French fries, and for the first time, tasteless piment.
We were told the neighboring Chez Fatou had better food. I made a note to come back and check it out next time we were in Dakar.
Another tip we were told: check out the 9-hole Golf Club at the King Fahd Hotel.
With the last two-and-a-half hours we had left in Senegal the following day, we rushed to the Golf Club and had one of the most amazing games ever, with one of tee boxes built on wooden planks high above the waves and gorgeous sea views all along the 9 holes.
Lesson number nine: Follow the expats for the view, but not the food. And don’t forget to play golf. The same lesson we learned in Myanmar.
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