The captain already left for the police and customs stuff, so we were alone, when the customs boat approached. With our shitty french and the sneaky officers, they spent almost 2 hours searching the boat and asking questions. They tried to pull a few tricks to earn some money, old radios, tobacco etc., but mostly unsuccessful.
It was 1300h when we left the boat and I was getting nervous. 5 crazy (lost) Germans and a hungry Slovenian don't mix very well... I'll spare the details, but I'll just say we ate lunch at 1600h. After my belly was filled with good but not very impressive food, we moved a few streets for shopping. That was fun. I got my mosquito stuff, and a new anti malaria pills (some got lost on the way to Dakar) and then I got a really good time, sitting on the street, talking to the locals, while the crazy germans tried the most bizarre african clothes one could imagine. In the end, they bought wedding dresses. And the fun didn't stop, Sven and David proudly wore them through the entire day, earning the nickname of Jesus (David) and the Prophet (Sven). I'll upload the pictures later since the mosquitoes are biting my ass pretty hard and the bar is calling for a drink.
Tomorrow we leave to the slave island of Goree.
It was 1300h when we left the boat and I was getting nervous. 5 crazy (lost) Germans and a hungry Slovenian don't mix very well... I'll spare the details, but I'll just say we ate lunch at 1600h. After my belly was filled with good but not very impressive food, we moved a few streets for shopping. That was fun. I got my mosquito stuff, and a new anti malaria pills (some got lost on the way to Dakar) and then I got a really good time, sitting on the street, talking to the locals, while the crazy germans tried the most bizarre african clothes one could imagine. In the end, they bought wedding dresses. And the fun didn't stop, Sven and David proudly wore them through the entire day, earning the nickname of Jesus (David) and the Prophet (Sven). I'll upload the pictures later since the mosquitoes are biting my ass pretty hard and the bar is calling for a drink.
Tomorrow we leave to the slave island of Goree.
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