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Lake Retba In Senegal Looks Like A Giant Strawberry Milkshake. That's because the blood red colour is caused by high levels of salt - with some areas containing up to 40 per cent of it.

Lake Retba In Senegal Looks Like A Giant Strawberry Milkshake. That's because the blood red colour is caused by high levels of algae due to high salt content - with some areas containing up to 40 per cent of it.

One of the Tallest STATUE in the world. Senegal. Monument to African Renaissance - Senegal BCCL--- Our Real Life African Holy Trinity; At 160 feet, the statue towers over the Senegalese capital Dakar's skyline. Inspired by Soviet social realism, designed by Pierre Goudiaby and built at a cost of $27 million, it sits atop a hill overlooking the Atlantic Ocean. It's Africa's tallest statue!

I bet you've never seen this statue before neither had I until today. It's "The African Renaissance Monument" in Senegal. Bronze, 60 foot tall statue overlooking the Atlantic Ocean designed by a Senegalese architect Pierre Goudiaby in April One word

the pink waters of Lake Retba, known as Lac Rose, in Senegal

It's A Giant Strawberry Milk-Lake

Lake Retba, or as the French refer to it Lac Rose, is situated north of the Cap Vert Peninsula in Senegal, northeast of Dakar. The lake's harmless bacteria makes it pink while it's high salt content makes in easy to float on

Curious Senegalese girl in the local shop, Dakar - Sénégal

Curious Senegalese girl in the local shop, Dakar - Sénégal

Paris-Dakar in Médina, Dakar #senegal

Paris-Dakar in Médina, Dakar

It's hot and dusty this Dakar -(Sénégal) afternoon. Cars, children and animals roam around me but I long for some quiet. Selling fruit helps bring in some money and that quietens the worries but the voices of fatigue are always the loudest. The work of an African woman never stops and ironically here where it is busiest, where the toot of horns and bleat of sheep thunder, I close my eyes and drift off. In the madness it's quiet. ©Jabulile Ngwenya 2017

It's hot and dusty this Dakar -(Sénégal) afternoon. Cars, children and animals roam around me but I long for some quiet. Selling fruit helps bring in some money and that quietens the worries but the voices of fatigue are always the loudest. The work of an African woman never stops and ironically here where it is busiest, where the toot of horns and bleat of sheep thunder, I close my eyes and drift off. In the madness it's quiet. ©Jabulile Ngwenya 2017

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