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... incorrect, depressingly pronounced French that he could teach me French and I can teach him English. James, being the empathetic and kind soul that he is, laughs and says, "of course". Because that's what nice people do when they don't want to offend someone who has already made a racist assumption within 5 minutes of entering a house. I awkwardly (and most likely incorrectly) excuse myself to my room to unpack and midway through the power goes out. ...
... Braemar, Captain Bent Ivar Gangdal (good old Bent Over, ha ha). It was very interesting as the captain, like a lot of his Norwegian fellow countrymen, has a dry and subtle sense of humour.
The main show tonight in the Neptune Lounge featured comedian/magician Martin Daniels once again. His show was excellent and very funny, as before. On the Braemar, and indeed all the Fred Olsen ships, the orchestra always play the same introductory ...
... its crumbling paint flaked buildings and dusty streets. We spent hours wandering the streets and around the markets - attempting to keep clear of hawkers and hasslers. The food in Dakar was pretty awesome, with a mixture of Lebanese and French cuisines, we were spoilt for choice!! We found this awesome street stall, where the lady made the best omelette baguettes - little did we know this meal would become a standard truck meal over the next month - though never to ...
... the beach again for some BBQ fish skewers and swimming. Monday Up and active for a morning of surfing! Anna and I were joined by Chris, a German guy from our hostel, while Lauren and Kev were dedicated paparazzi. We met our instructor Boubakar who is an excellent teacher and very patient (phew!) donned wetsuits though not as thick as the ones we have at home. Over the next 2 hours we were battered and bruised by the rough conditions and the self induced wipe outs, but overall ...
... me his name: Mousou Ndiaye. He wasn't in his office, though. He'd be back at three p.m. It was just after noon.
The boat would leave at eight.
Papu, the younger brother of Momadou Ndiaye who'd driven me across the desert, sat down to wait with me. This surprisingly mellow West African rarely showed animation. He enjoyed rap and hip-hop music.
He was fascinated by "marabous" (Senegalese ...