All drums and no fuel.
Trip Start Aug 04, 2012
43Trip End Feb 14, 2013
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The other day (I can't remember which one but, between this blog and my last) we decided to hire a boat up to a place called Point St. George. We were supposed to go there in the truck but the roads are still too wet in the more remote areas. The boat ride took a good 2 hours and we weren’t really sure what we were going to see. The crew incidentally did a super job of keeping us entertained playing the drums for the whole duration. When we arrived at the local village we were told of a tree that we could climb which was approximately 2km away although, it would cost $6 for the privilege which seemed a bit steep. 3-4km (!) later after walking through the African bush in 10 billion % humidity we came across the tree
3-4km and we were back at the village. The next activity was manatee hunting, I say hunting but I mean spotting. Not that it matters because we didn’t do either as there were apparently none around at that time of day. There’s a point to this story, bear with me. Next on the agenda was lunch but there was nowhere in the village available and so we took a detour to the next village. We got fed around 4pm with stuffed fish and rice which was bloody lovely. With the day drawing to a close the crew turned the boat towards home. About half way home the crew started to look a bit unsettled and the revs on the boat started to drop for a while before the engine started to cough. It became apparent that our lunch detour hadn’t been accounted for when packing the days fuel and river petrol stations are a bit scarce in the massive wetlands of Cassamance. The whole affair was hilarious. The first boat we signaled for help was loaded with angry people who appeared to hate tourists. Luckily the second boat was more obliging to fill a water bottle with a bit of fuel for us. We finally rocked up at the campsite just after sunset, drums still in full swing.
Now this would normally be the end of today’s blog but I’m afraid there is more! On our return to the campsite, we had a few beers and supper around a fire on the beach. Some of the local guys then came and played drums and danced for us for a good half hour
Days like that are fantastic and looking back you realize it only happened because you spontaneously said yes, whether it be climbing up a high tree, dancing around a camp fire or disappearing into the dark in the hope that you end up at a random party!
Senegal, with significant emphasis on Cassamance, I salute you.