Trip Start Sep 29, 2010
159Trip End Nov 29, 2011
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St-Louis was the first French settlement in West Africa so this place has a lot of history. The town was built principally on a rectangular island in the middle of the Senegal River estuary. The town has since spilt out onto the surrounding mainland but it retains a very charming look and character. The streets on the island look very French, which I guess it is.
The journey here was very easy really, although longer than I'd anticipated. A 'sept'-person taxi took nine adults and one baby from Nouakchott to the border crossing of Rosso, from where we hitched a ride on a ferry to cross the border (the Senegal River marks the boundary between Mauritania and Senegal) and then got a 'sept'-person taxi (only eight adults and one baby this time) to St-Louis
(continued after long absence...)
St-Louis marked the first time I could go out to a bar and have a drink. Arab Africa is not really party central. First party a good party. Lots of being taught how to dance Senegal-styley by the locals, who are very friendly indeed. I think they liked the fact a stupid white boy wanted to dance. Although anyone who's seen me do my thing knows I can already strutt my stuff, but then I do like to humour people.
Sub-Sahara is the Africa I have been looking forward to most of all: the colourful lives, the restless enthusiasm and the boundless creativity is what brought me to this continent. Being here has the power to stop you in your tracks and make you think. Make you think a lot. It is a strikingly powerful image, a boy wearing one tattered old sock. More striking than were he to be wearing no socks at all. We shared a tangerine.