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... because I have resting *****face?
5. How dark do you guys think I can ACTUALLY get?
6. No, seriously, what do the Senegalese have against trashcans?
7. Will this trip get me a job? Because I need a job.
8. Where's my Marine that I ordered 3 years ago? There's enough here to spare me one. C'mon, God, throw me a bone.
9. I just want to bleach Senegal. Like, clean the streets and improve all of the lives ...
... day it was. From the movement of the Braemar we could tell the sea was still very choppy, and the clouds were still very much in evidence.
I enjoyed the usual smoked salmon, cured meats and fresh fruit breakfast, washed down with two large glasses of the free fizz. Then off we went for a potter around, had a look outside (still fairly windy), went and looked around the shops to see if there were any bargains and listened to the ...
... surrounded by 50+ children in one village when a couple of us went out for a walk, picture this 10+ kids hanging off each person with our fingers, arms, shoulders being grabbed at by tiny fingers. The kids took us to their school, where I decided to become a 'monster', the kids were truly terrified and one poor wee girl ended up face planting in the sand trying to run away from me - oops!! We saw our first lot of African bird life during a boat trip through the ...
... the town, peer through old shutters and visit the cool and deafeningly quiet church. We got treated to marching practice by the local children's brigade of the Order of Malta and watched as Kev and Penel challenged the local kids to a game of table soccer. By the end I was very tempted to skip the ferry and stay. And then suddenly it was over and we're sitting in a 7-seater heading for the Gambian border. Bus journey aside it was worth it. We saw a beautiful part of ...
... in this trip, I waited.
Papu valiantly waited with me. The heat reached 39 degrees Celsius (102 Fahrenheit). I felt uncomfortable, even though I drank water and ate. Papu, however, was observing the holy month of Ramadan. He and other Muslims would neither eat nor drink as long as it was daytime. But, Papu had great faith in this act, and he handled the heat well. He sat and listened to marabous' speeches ...