From our desert camp it was only 180ks’ back to the city. There are police stops every 50 or so k’s and I enjoy trying to avoid giving them a “Fische” a piece of paper with our passport numbers and car registration details. Jen gives me a hard time as we printed out dozens of them and she would rather an easy life. At one stop a policeman asked for medicine. He had a stomach complaint. I dived into the medicine box and handed him a Gaviscon tablet. He wanted the whole strip but realized that wasn’t going to happen. Adam diagnosed him as having a duodenal ulcer so thought my solution appropriate. His mate was complaining of a headache so I gave him two Paracetamol then wondered if it was Covid! Fortunately he had his head scarf covering his mouth.
It’s an interesting drive through the city outskirts back to Auberge Triskell…
Back to Auberge Triskell
Joy, a hot shower and catch up with the last weeks activities on the blog. Sister Liz was getting anxious and Sarah too.
We’ll stay here another day before heading for the Senegal border and a new currency and laws.