I've always been lucky with commutes. For a while it was a bike ride through central park -- 50 blocks of trees, racoons, eagles, and ponds full of turtles, swans and giant carp. Then it was along the Hudson River bike path -- 100 blocks with views on the ferries an tugs working one of America's biggest waterways and with the cliffs and hills ofNew Jersey in the background. I once saw a seal in the Hudson, about 10 yards off the path around 100th Street. Guess he wanted to see Harlem. Now that we're in Dakar, I get a stretch of ocean road along the westernmost tip of Africa. Here are some of the sights:
Dirt road out of my hood.
Up the hill past the lighthouse.
Behind the African Renaissance Monument
Along the cliffs
That overlook the Ouakam mosque
And the fishing village
Down the Corniche
Past the Machete Man
And some other odd roadside items
Into the 'leafy suburb' of Point E
To the traffic jam
Dodge the bus that says 'Praise be to God' on the front
And to the street my office is on.