yoor wi: street
White buses packed to the brim with passengers, lurching to one side. Battered, dented black-and-yellow taxis honk at pedestrians on the sidewalk, wildly careening across intersections or reversing down an entire street. Car-rapides, buses painted in bright designs, zoom past, with young men hanging from the back announcing the destination to anyone in earshot. Mecs on motorcycles, clad in slick polos and gold-rimmed sunglasses veer around the traffic. A three-lane highway screeches to a halt as three large white cows meander across. Shiny black Range Rovers, the ultimate status vehicle, traverse the highways alongside ugly-faced goats. Skinny horses snort dust and pull their carts down sandy lanes, past taxicabs parked haphazardly on the sidewalk. There is a rhyme and reason to Senegalese transportation, but I haven’t figured it out quite yet.