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Day 9 – Dutch interlude with Erik Pol in Rufisque

Time for lunch. And yet another occasion to revise some of our stereotypical preconceptions about nationality and customs. This continuous process of self-critical re-evaluation is one of the most valuable rewards of travelling in our large, heterogeneous international group. Oddly, I find it easier to listen to other people now that I’ve come to appreciate, respect and even admire them on this long and sometimes very tiring journey.  (Frankly, it would have made more sense to be fed up with everyone by now, no?) To my own surprise, I happily readjust some of my previous assumptions, opinions and expectations every day. I must say I like it. It feels good to broaden your views, raise your mind, improve your thoughts, really travel…

Erik Pol & Veerle Wenes

Okay, this lofty digression may sound a bit out of place here but I’m serious. Even if I was actually going to comment on a very light & slight cultural question. I mean, the Dutch notion of lunch is a popular joke amongst us Belgians.  (We think of buttermilk and sticky industrial bread). Having lunch with Erik Pol induces me to adjust even this general notion. We enjoy a great meal on the terrace roof of his beautiful house in Rufisque. The view is grand. The food is outstanding : fresh home-grown  products (oh, that coriander!), local cuisine… Is Erik really Dutch? Anyway, his excellent cook is Senegalese. As Veerle, with her typical gracious style, reminds us of. She starts a well deserved round of applause for Erik’s Senegalese cook. Yes, we’re grateful. Continue reading