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…
It’s 5pm and we are now the only guests in the camp. After a walk to the main road to purchase some grease and a few ‘bits n pieces’ for the larder, it’s time to completely relax. Read and write. There’s just the slightest breeze and it’s a humid 26.5deg…
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…
The days are merging. There is not enough time to relax and write our stories. Today I’m writing about yesterday, which was challenging, to say the least. We can’t have traveled more than 100k’s but it took us from 9.30am till dark to complete it.The drive from Camp Afridi to…
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…
Another early start. Alarm set for 6am for an 8am departure from the camp. We had to do some shuffling of campers vehicles to get out and were on the way to the Guinea Embassy, 8k’s across the other side the city. The reason for an early start was try…
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…
Last night Adam decided he needed the peace and quiet of a hotel room next door. Also, to have a hot shower in clean conditions.He was back early this morning not having slept due to a discotheque under his room that was still going at 5am. Jen said this morning,…
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…
Today has been an interesting day. The drive to Dakar full of surprises. As I mentioned earlier, Sengal is a very different country. Wikipeadia describes it as heavily indebted and poor with a population of 17million. Half of it’s expenditure goes in education. This is clearly showing. Children and teenagers…