Ziggy

We found a reasonably cheap place on the harbour to bed down for the night and headed into town for some food. Barney got shat on by a bird (again), possibly could be an ongoing thing! After B showered, we were shown a shortcut to a restaurant by a friendly guy, but it turns out that he just wanted a sale on a boat trip, so we told him no. Kept following for a while, but got the idea eventually!

After such a journey we were excited about some top Cassamance cuisine, but mine came out as fried chicken and chips... On an alternate note, we were serenaded by a guitarist. We were playing cards waiting on our meals, when we hear a speeding moped screech to a halt outside. A man runs in, sits on a chair next to us, and begins to warble in Wolof (native Senegalese). He then asks Dree his name, and beings to croon "Oh Alexxxxxx". We soon put a stop to that.

Next morning was a disappointment, as the Malian Embassy was closed due to the weekend. No worries, we suspected this and fell back on plan B - see Cassamance now, and then get Mali visas on our way back through. So we grabbed a minivan in the unnaturally quiet gare routiere for the town of Ossuyeh - base for our Cassamance adventures.