The great celebration of Tabaski is over.
The whole week was very quiet. The roads rather empty, most people still on leave, digesting loads of mutton; the cars were rather empty – not a single sheep could be seen on the rooftop anymore.
On Tabaski we had our huge plate of spicy mutton.
Before leaving we visited the nearby palm tree forest and enjoyed the beautiful sunset in Ndangane with our favourite sundowner a bottle of Gazelle.
After Ndangane we moved on 2 visit the other places in the Sine Saloum. We planned 2 stay some time in the different guesthouses spread all over this area.
We moved 2 Palmarin, then 2 Djiffer, an area famous 4 it’s saltponds and all kind of migrating birds.
In Djiffer we wanted 2 stay 4 a few days in a nice guesthouse we knew. After our former Senegal experience, we should have known it better – nearly everything has closed down due to the nonexistence of any tourists. Finally we had a look at the fishing harbour and the village …
… and moved on 2 Joal.
We planned 2 walk over the wooden bridge to Fadiout. Unfortunately some rather embarrassing guys claiming 2 b from the local tourist office gave us all arguments 2 change our plans. Finally we took the road directly 2 the village – u’ll easily find it on the OSM Map.
Fadiout itself was very peaceful, without all these touts or other wannabes u find on the other side of the bridge.
The next day we headed 2 Dakar. On the way a short stopover in Saly. We had 2 revisit the most famous destination for group tours in Senegal, where 10.000’s of mainly French guests enjoyed the beloved all-inclusive holidays far away from husbands, wifes or maybe just kids.
As everywhere in Senegal even Saly looked slightly deserted. We could not discover a single one of these tourists.
No wonder, in addition to all other inconveniences the whole area has definitely changed – the whole beach was washed away and by now it seems to be used as a dumping area. And the famous shopping street of Saly also has definitely seen some better days. Nevertheless some wannabes have survived and still try to annoy the last remaining 2 tourists – Monika’n’Martin.
We headed on 2 Dakar, enjoyed the brand new highway directly leading us to Ngor, north of the capital. On the way in we discovered an add with an interesting drink – maybe more important than an odd beer.
The next day we had to renew our TIP (temporary import permit for the car), and then had some time 4 a stroll in Dakar’s CBD. Had a look at Dakar’s Independence Square …
… and the Plateau with its mix of old’n’new buildings and of course the famous Kermel Market.
Then we had 2 bring our car in the car’s clinic – a check-up and some minor repairs. 4 us the time 2 go 2 Gorée Island.
We even discovered that our Zero Tourist Theory was wrong – we found 4 pieces of this species.
In the evening we got back our car, sorry dear owner of the workshop we won’t come back 2 u …
… made a short visit 2 the leftover of some North Korean activities in Dakar …
… and finally had a beer at the westernmost point of Africa – Cap Almadies.
Driving northwards 2 Lac Rose and on 2 St. Louis.
After having crossed the overpopulated fishing village of Guet Ndat, we stayed at the Langue de la Barbarie.
St. Louis presented itself as usual, just a little more decayed and some more plastic bags lying in the streets.
In the evening a couple of beers as a sundowner by the bridge and dreaming of a glass of cold water in nearby Mauritania while the sun goes down.
6 pack: U urgently need 2 go 2 a toilet, maybe even 4 George W. – but nowhere you can find one. Every place u consider suitable u’ll be fined, threatened, u risk 2 b tortured – what a pain in the ass.
And then finally u find the place what a relief. U’re even exactly told where 2 go 2 and also how 2 do.
More about this c the pics below.