Worst last few days
Trip Start Sep 03, 2010
53Trip End Oct 27, 2010
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Crossing the border back into Senegal was a unhindered task for some reason. I was expecting the usual demands for money in return for all the unnecessary paperwork. This didnt end here though. Very soon all the hustlers swooped down and gathered round us offering their services. It was ridiculous, I had various people tugging on my bag exclaiming they would carry it for me and others trying to convince me to take their transport. Mainly motorbikes! I wouldnt have minded for a short ride to the "gare routiere". As much as i remember it means "bus station" and this one is located a short drive from the border. We both have too much baggage to make a safe enough trip in the dark on a motorbike so we take a taxi. Once there, its another hassle for all sorts of things again.
Its 10pm and our so called bus to Dakar is a classic, beat-up peugeot station wagon that as the name suggests, has 7 seats
Its a long and bumpy ride, almost 80% of the ride is composed by dodging aggressive potholes in the tarmac and oncoming cars in the dark. I'm fearing a blown-out tire is imminent but surprisingly it doesn't happen. We do get searched twice by annoying police checkpoints that only search our bags. They obviously want to find a fault so they can demand some bribes. Its very annoying as its very difficult to get some sleep in between the potholes and stupid checks.
At about 5:30am we finally arrived at Ngor on the final tip of Dakar. Its a friendly fishing community for a change although the empty streets at that time make a rather menacing impression.
The next day we wake up and i realise how close to the sea we are. Its very picturesque and we have a stroll on the beach. Its Monday and Jay has to fly back to London that same evening. We spend the day having a look around and last-minute things.
The last day was an absolute horror for me. I had eaten a burger at Katias the previous evening and i wake up with some serious diarrhea and vomiting. I also have a light fever and spend the whole day in bed dashing off to the toilet every couple of minutes. Physically im finished and this has certainly taken the toll after 2 months of hardcore travelling. I seriously consider missing the flight to Gran Canaria in the afternoon.
I manage to pull myself together and make it delirious to the airport. By mistake i smuggle a 1.5l bottle of water past security and take it onboard. I need it as the ordeal has left me dehydrated.