25 May. The Rosso border crossing is notorious for harassment so we stayed calm while several people shouted at us. We got another Codliver who insisted on getting in the taxi with us for 3 km and then we calmly informed him that we would take a minibus instead of paying him commission for a taxi. So we waited patiently with our luggage securely on top of the minibus. I had a whole bag of peanuts to peel and eat, filled in countless sudokos, read my novel for the second time and waited - all and all for a whole 9 hours before my sense of humour faded away. We finally left at 22h00 and a nerve wrecking 270 km followed with the driver's door unable to close properly, resulting in him slamming it every few kilometers. The only way to get the driver to stop was to bang on the outside, so the banging followed us for 14 hours.
After waiting for 9 hours, I lost my sense of humour |
26 May. Having to pay some money on the way to some policeman didn’t improve my sense of humour and when we arrived in Dakar at 8h00, we were dropped off amongst a lot of shouting. Our co-driver hauled our luggage onto a city truck which sped away. Alan, myself and a fellow passenger ran after it, got hold of the ladder and I climbed to the top of the roof while the others hung on for their lives. I was determined not to become part of the bag snatching statistics. Our next taxi driver once again couldn’t speak English but got us to the Gambia Embassy and we walked to the hotel close by where I almost collapsed on a bench, my nerves shot. The banging throughout the night was still ringing in my ears and we had been swamped by beggars. I desperately needed a shower and some quiet time. It’s been 9 hours of waiting and twelve hours of driving, with thousands of people shouting at us in between and a couple of Codlivers to try and avoid.
27 May. After a shower and some sleep, I could handle the harassment a lot better and we left Dakar around 14h00, looking forward to a nice guesthouse and meal around 21h00. But this is
28 May. Another territorial fight in Tambacounda with the 6 huge cockroaches followed but a lack of sleep made me strong so I had my shower. Then we were off to Kedogou where no one knew where the highest peak in Senegal was. Using the character we have built up during the past weeks, we took a deep breath and had a couple of ice cold beers.
29 May. After stopping for food, we were finally on our way by 7h00. The journey was pleasant, with nice music all along and the thought of dancing on top of
Starting from the village |
Everyone was inspired by the teamwork and our musician was determined to write a rap song about the mountain.
The next morning, we traveled back to Temba and then on to Velingore. The
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