Hotel La Residence
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It's hard to believe that I’ve already been in Saint Louis for 8 days! Only 28 more days in Sénégal, which means only 28 (give or take a few) cold sponge baths! I think not having the luxury of a nice warm shower has been the biggest adjustment I’ve had to make. Especially these past few days. I’ve been sick since Friday. And by sick, I just mean I haven’t been feeling so well – mostly a stomach ache, but ...
... off with Becci and Matt. Walking barefoot up the beach and paddling in the water was just paradise after the cities we’d been in. We had to be careful where we walked as all the way along there were hundreds and hundreds of crabs which were sent scuttling into their holes as we passed. They were purple and orange in colour and the males seemed to have a giant claw on one arm which made them look ...
... equally as awful as nouadibhou and unfortunately I will thrilled to see the back of this place. In the town centre we saw at least 2 dead goats, 2 dead donkeys and a dead camel! Insane how people live like this. The cars are incredibly bad...if morocco wa European car dump the Mauritania is to morocco. The last 100km to the Senegal border were horrendous, potholes and washboards, the bike will need tightening up after that. Pretty challenging riding! The ...
... if Westerners bought goats for the villagers. Modou spent little time in the village of Bango, actually. I was left alone to share my sand courtyard with its other inhabitants:
... a slim, young man who competed in Senegal's national sport - which resembled sumo wrestling. He was hard-working, sweet, and very muscular.
... a family who wore Muslim skull caps, owned a small ...
... came to the ocean.
Sand the color and fluffiness of a yellow lab retriever led to clear ocean waves that captured the blue of the sky and yellow of the sun. Small boys couldn't resist the urge to shove their faces into the sand. Other boys swam.
People were everywhere, and all of them intersecting. Young men played soccer. Women dumped buckets of fish guts into the surf. Two horses, each pulling men ...