We are moving down the Petit-Cote, south of Dakar. Dakar was exceptionally expensive, a cheap hotel room was 50 euros (there were cheaper but they were also brothels). The guidebook only listed expensive restaurants, we were relieved when the bill came to a mere 20 euros. It also listed lots of hideous sounding bars and nightclubs... "Dakar's most renowned DJs play here to a select crowd. Dress smart, look cool and practice the lines "normally I only drink Cristal" and "my cousin lives right next door to Diddy, apparently he's a really nice guy"', someone needs to have a word with the Lonely Planet about the needs of more budget (less pretentious) travellers. These things do tell you quite a bit about Dakar, a lot of wealthy expats and some very wealthy locals who dominate much of the city but there are 2 and a half million or so other inhabitants, it was almost impossible to tell what their experience of the city would be.
We are now on-route to a Joal from Toubab Dialao, two villages on the coast. Many mosquitoes. They mostly bite Anneliese, at least the crazy expensive malaria medication is having to do a little work for the vast sums it set us back. Toubab Dialao was very relaxing after the hustle and hassle of Dakar, a fishing village which is expanding into tourism. The beach disappeared this morning under the extra-large Atlantic waves, the fishermen had to spend a fraught hour hauling all the boats up the cliff. Also the crabs did a lot of scuttling. Eventually the stray dogs seemed to sense the problem but by this stage were mostly stuck on the beach. I hope they don't drown.
Hugs and kisses,
Anneliese & Ross
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