Leaving Dakosta Eco Resort Dennis was convinced no taxi had been arranged for us. I slept badly, worrying we would not wake up, despite having set an alarm for 05.45. At at 02.30 Dennis said we should get up and walk to the port. I told him not to be…
Journey to Bubaque To be honest I had never heard of the Bijagos Archipelago until this trip. A group of 87 islands. several of which are protected reserves sheltering various species of wildlife, including Orango, which is the home to rare salt water hippos. The islands belong to Guinea Bissau…
The Beach We were woken during the night by what sounded like a scream. We presumed it was Els. After the events of a couple of night’s ago, we thought someone maybe up to mischief. Dennis got up to check if all was okay and if anyone was around. Finding…
Camp Sukuta I am combining two days as we did little of interest resting at Camp Sukuta. In the morning we chatted to a young Italian couple who had arrived the night before. They were telling us about a natural preparation they take to prevent malaria called Artemisia. They had…
A day of rest in this shady haven. Rest from the frenetic traffic and life outside. We had to catch up with various tasks though. Washing being the first priority. This German run campsite is long established. The owners have lived here for 26 years. There is order and a…
Another early morning. Sleep wasn’t possible due to competing Imams calling their flocks to prayer night and morning. Pulling out of Coco Beach we were immediately in a market. The whole road had become one massive selling place. Yesterday I searched all afternoon for a stall selling vegetables. Plenty of…
We were up early and getting a taxi at 08.30. No official taxis were in sight, but a gentleman who was parked opposite our camping place offered his car as a taxi. Any chance to make money. We agreed a deal and off we went. The road ahead of us…
We have many things we need to do in Dakar, but being the weekend offices aren’t open and so we have to wait until Monday. We made a start by phoning a mechanic. Didier, the Frenchman we met at Auberge Triskell, had recommended a good Land Rover mechanic and we…
Despite our exhaustion we didn’t get a good night. Lots of noise, talking and dogs barking. It was interesting to see our location in daylight. We are beside water. It sounds like the sea, but it is actually the Senegal river. The sea is a short distance away, beyond a…
I struggled to get back to sleep after Dennis’s crazy idea to get up at 1am. So at 5 we decided we would get up and on the road back to Nouakchott. By the time we had cooked porridge and packed up it was 7.45, but still pitch black. I…