Along the roads there were so many sights. This is a store selling dried food stuff...
The markets could look very different depending on the territory that we drove through for the moment.
At several stops when the crowds had gathered the Coyle Brothers a.k.a. Stewarttown Rifles brought out a set of golfclubs and a carton of golfballs. The chief of this village took to the sport with great affection. As we sped on he was given the club together with a collection of balls.
One of the villagers being "amused" by the village chief's swings, a cutie!
After 4 hours of chaos we finally got on the ferry from Mauritania to Senegal only to become harassed by the Senegalese border officials. The ferry had actually broken down a while before we arrived to the crossing making us having to wait for the repair on top of the customs being the usual "pain-in-the-asses". Most often though every negative side of the journey also brought with it some amazing sight or fantastic experience.
Having taken immensively long at the border there was just not enough time to get into Dakar and find our hotel. The route was changed and instead of doing a long drive through Senegal we took the shorter northern road to get as close to the Mali border as possible. We had not expected the crazily bad shape of the roads though. There were pot-holes every few metres and many times half the road had been washed away in the last heavy rainfall. We made only about half the pace we had intended resulting in having to find a decent place to spend the night. Barbara's french background proved itself to be invaluable and she had in her own words "her toughest part through the whole time". After much stress and many tries we finally found a place 40km away from the main road that proved itself to be one of the places with most character of all places we saw or visited.Good night Sahara4x Followers, wherever you are,
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