Dakar

We were sad to leave St Louis. It was a pleasant distraction from the despondency we felt over the Mali situation. We met two hardened German bikers who told us of how soldiers in Mali were commandeering any 4x4 vehicles they could find. They were told to get out of the country asap. Many others have related similar tales. We drove the four hours to the capital Dakar and met the British Ambassador who has kindly found a place for us to store the vehicles until they can be collected when Mali is accessible again. I was hoping he would invite us for pink gins by the pool but alas he was too busy. We have found a campsite in a diving school where someone has just caught two enormous fish that they are barbecuing for us. Bob Marley is playing on the speakers. It's the closest to Mali we're going to get (geddit?). Please yourself!