We landed without a hitch and after
spending many hours studying hands-on "Italian style
management" we were transferred to a hotel to stay the
night. The next morning we got an afternoon flight to Paris.
From Paris we seated ourselves onto a brand new Air France
Boing 777 plane to Dakar - a great leap for luxury and
I meet Morten at the airport and went directly to our
hotel for the night. The hotel was situated in the north part of Dakar.
The picture here above is the view from our hotel room the
following morning - almost a tropical paradise.
On our way from the hotel to the centre by taxi we
encountered this amazing vehicle. I have seen many
destroyed vehicles in my life, but this one qualifies as
being one of the worst!
After getting rid of our first encounter with the local
hustlers we decided to settle down in a café near
Independence Square in the centre of Dakar (I wonder how
many cities has a square with that name?!). Here Morten
can be seen with one bottle of the local Senegalese brew
"Flag" - a really good beer by the way.
Another nice thing about Dakar is that one can find
exclusive French bakeries with good quality pastry and
bread. We even came by an Italian shop which served
wonderful ice cream. Such kind of shops you will not be
able to find in the whole of Guineau-Bissau.
The picture here above is taken at the harbor of Île de Gorée
(Gorée Island), which was the location of the House of
Slaves (you can find more information on Wikipedia).
If we totally forgot about the island's horrible past the
island is a real tropical paradise, a good place to relax
and to enjoy old French architecture. It is also possible
to get a good view of Dakar's skyline from the only hill
on the island.
After living in relatively luxury in fairly pricy hotels
in Dakar for a couple of days we began our journey to
Banjul - the capital of The Gambia. A trip of not much
more than 300 km's which ended up in consuming 15 hours
and all our energy. We began our road trip at the
"bus station" in Dakar, which basically was a
huge parking lot with uncountable many scrap-yard worthy Peugeot 505's and less but even more destroyed Mercedes
busses. We found a bus and had a "nice" 3-hour wait until we departured:-)
The picture is taken from the bus on a
dirt road not far from the border to The Gambia. Notice
that not all can afford seats in the bush taxis, but
get the cheaper (I hope) ones outside.