Today I woke up utterly convinced it was either storming, raining or most likely, the coming of Armageddon. It took me about half an hour to realise it was the ceiling fan. Of course I could have known since I had been fearing for my life because of it last night. Not only does the think rotate and do its job, it also learned a few tricks such as wiggle suspiciously and make scary noises. Other than that, it was a great room and I slept fine.
So about yesterday, after lounging at the river and down in the camp, we had a little tour around the island, Georgetown. As soon as we set one foot outside the camp door, about twenty kids accompanied us all the way round. I started out with a cute girl of about 2 years old but she was called back after a while. Immediately two others took her place. It didn’t matter that I was holding my camera in the one hand; a wrist would do fine too. Trained as all of them were, they left as baba started talking and came back when he stopped. Always the same two girls whose names I have now forgotten about 5 times. They know mine now though.
We saw slave houses that weren’t slave houses, freedom trees that weren’t freedom trees and schools and a jail that were probably just schools and a jail, though you might never know. Some games with flowers and reverse propelling and that was it. We’re going to drive.
We drove. That's about it for today. Had some quick breaks but mostly drove. Also, we got Wi-Fi. I like Senegal already, despite the fact that they speak French. They are forgiven for that minor setback. I’m even enjoying a complete sticky free body right now, after having been soaked in suspiciously green swimming pool water and a quick shower. I managed to eat some great food, both lunch and dinner, and just love the idea of Wi-Fi, working airco and enough sockets to charge my phone. Life is pretty good, can’t wait for extreme stickiness, temperatures perhaps around 60 degrees and immensely bad roads into the jungly forest to sleep with pretty steel doors to keep the lions out. If someone finds (part) of this book, I forgot to lock the door (again) and will be please cremated and have my ashes shattered in Africa, the land of my very near future adopted three kids and obviously where I have suffered a very violent death. I love you all, hope you will miss me. If I don’t die, until (the day after) tomorrow :) .