A Severe Case of Crabs
Trip Start Nov 10, 2013
28Trip End Jan 11, 2014
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The drive to the border took a bit longer than planned as the roads had deteriorated and there were roadworks which ended up sending us towards a different border crossing. We had a lovely drive through a national park which was full of water, reeds, storks, herons, cows and goats. On exiting the park we were ripped off completely and ended up having to pay €7 per person and having to give the park wardens kids some lunch.
After a load more police checks,which consist of them getting on the truck, saying hello, counting us and recounting us until they believe we fit 24 of us on the truck, we carried on to the border. At this border we have to bribe our way through. The first guard told us it would be €10 but when the second guard saw how many of us there were it suddenly increased to €30. Unfortunately when you need to get somewhere you have no option than to pay. This was better than last year when they demanded a few hundred euros.
St Louis is the town of our next stop and the outskirts of it were pretty desperate. There were building sites mixed amongst rubbish dumps and litter just everywhere you looked. It was very sad to see in such a beautiful country.
We drove around the city and into the country and arrived at Zebra Bar campsite. Our main excitement was that it had a bar, yes a real bar, with real beer. After being in a dry country our first stop was to get ourselves an ice cold beer and then explore camp. It was beautiful, it was perched on the edge of a large estuary with sandy beaches, boats, hammocks and even a playground.
Knowing we didn’t have to do anything we had a very lazy morning with a late breakfast. Some went to explore in town but I wanted to take a walk up the beach to the headland so headed off with Becci and Matt.
At the headland we seemed to have come across the edge of the village. We watched some young kids practice fishing with a net and then spoke to a young girl and practiced our French. The sun was getting hotter so we headed back to camp for a swim.
The evening was whiled away playing Presidents and Assholes, drinking beer while sat by the water.