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Escape from Africa

By on December 16, 2014 in Sahara with No Comments

Senegal to Dubai I’d like to say that after the most recent police ticket for having luggage in the back seat (it still makes me mad, how utterly ridiculous!) we were ready to get the heck out of Senegal, but frankly I was ready to leave Senegal a long time ago. We figured we’d make […]

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Tomba and Abunda

By on December 10, 2014 in Sahara with No Comments

Guinea Bissau back to Senegal to The Gambia to Senegal The most wonderful thing didn’t happen when we left Varela, Guinea Bissau. No one asked us for money! Everyone had been welcoming to us just because they were kind people. I’d been having a surprisingly hard time giving away the massive amounts of school supplies […]

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Peanuts

By on December 1, 2014 in Sahara with No Comments

Varela Our first day on the beach in Varela and Rick decides we should buy some fish from the fishermen, and wanders down to the pirogues. I thought this was quite brave of him given the language barrier. Unfortunately they only had catfish which he doesn’t like, so he came back empty handed but plus […]

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100% hard

By on November 29, 2014 in Sahara with No Comments

Ziguinchor (Senegal) to Varela (Guinea Bussau) We find a nice hotel (Le Flamboyant) in Ziguinchor that nearly offsets the a-hole policeman. The restaurant across the street, Les Touriste, is good, and there’s a pool, hot shower, and wi-fi (pronounced wee-fee). The next day we set off to the Guinea Bissau embassy with that familiar feeling […]

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Rick tells me I can’t use the words ‘c**k s*cker’ in a blog post

By on November 27, 2014 in Sahara with No Comments

Niokola Koba Park to Ziguinchor We leave our lovely night in the park with the river and birds and baboons and the aromatic scent of leaves. Our truck is a sight – bamboo, broken branches and leaves jut haphazardly out of any crevice it was possible to jam into – the roof tent, the propane […]

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Attack of the zombie flies

By on November 26, 2014 in Sahara with No Comments

Niokola Koba Park We lose the guide the next day. Although we’d paid for two days and this turns into less than 24 hours we are very happy. We will forge ahead solo! Life is much more exciting and scary without a guide, I tell you. We’d planned a few potential routes but the guide […]

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Monkey nirvana

By on November 25, 2014 in Sahara with No Comments

Niokola Koba Park   So why do we put ourselves through this physically and emotionally challenging journey that is better suited for people much hardier than me? Because achieving minor victories over sand and potholes and breakdowns and border crossings is rewarding. Completing these things and surviving, and regaining our spirits to go on another […]

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Dictionary.com

By on November 24, 2014 in Sahara with No Comments

Saly to Tambakunda Senegal sen-i-gawl, -gahl French Sé·né·gal [sey-ney-gal] . —noun a republic in W Africa: independent member of the French Community; formerly part of French West Africa. 76,084 sq. mi. (197,057 sq. km). Capital: Dakar. — adjectives and verbs Greedy, grasping, grabbing. Money-hungry, conscienceless, corrupt. Take, take, take; want, want, want. Seven signs you […]

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Senegalese ‘hospitality’

By on November 23, 2014 in Sahara with No Comments

St. Louis to Dakar to Saly Coming into Dakar on the new A-1 we are greeted by traffic and the back of water stained concrete buildings. We were looking for the port where we needed to get the carnet stamped for our car. Surprising we found it with little trouble, stopping several times in the […]

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Found: One Zebra Bar

By on November 21, 2014 in Sahara with No Comments

Mauritania to Senegal  When the Mauritania/Senegal border finally opens at 9 the next morning we fork over money to a man called Babayya to do for us what we could have done for ourselves, had we spoken French. As it is, it’s like having a tattoo on our foreheads ‘look, we are completely impotent, take advantage of us’. […]

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