Trip Start Apr 02, 2006
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Somewhere alongside the salt plains at the edge of the delta we are stopped by yet another police checkpoint. The officer wants a lift. Mister Kebbe is not able to politely decline, so Adam simply gestures to teh backseat where I sit, and I say "Non!" The three men laugh and the officer makes some comment about Boss Lady, but happily, waves us on. Phew! Everyone managed to keep face.
We stop in the town of Kaolack, which is high on my list of "Never Ever To Be Returned To". On my trip with Dembo a few weeks ago, lunch had been a bad bad case of mafe. Mafe is a sauce that is a combination of oil and peanuts, but is a poorer version of Senegambian dishes. Proof was in Dembo's disgust and refusal to finish his meal, and my own churning stomache as a result
This time, there is little to be had as we've miussed lunch hour. Shame, no mafe today.
So we continue to Dakar, which immediately rates on Adam's List of "Never Return". Crawling through the smoke spewing traffic, the red dust infiltrates the car and coats everything. I direct Mr Kebbe to the port and we negotiate for a car parking overnight.
The Goree ferry is not a repeat of the Barra ferry and we have 15 minutes of sea air to recover from stinky Dakar.
Arriving at LouLou';s guesthouse, we reaquaint ourselves with the backs of our eyelids. Now it really feels like we are on holiday! We spend our days wandering, sleeping and running into Mister Kebbe, who is having an equally fantastic time on holiday!
We agree that if his boss asks, he was working very hard for us, arranging "things". Instead he passes time watching football and making acquaintances around the island.
Our Barra Ferry day is now long forgotten.