The pirates cove

Lamin lodge mokeys

LAT 13 56.514 N

LON 16 45.618 W

UTC Time: 19:21:44

UTC Date: 1-12-2011

Yesterday we came till Banjul and headed to my dear Lamin lodge. I’ve navigated those secret channels 4 times now and I’m feeling confident enough to do it without the iSail I guess.

It’s a darkish place hidden in the middle of thousands of mangroves, infested with crazy monkeys and mosquitoes, defended by shallow, channels. The owner is a funny, half blind guy called Peter. A white man. There you can find the strangest people (stranger than in the CVD). People sailing for years, solo or with a dog. On tiny sailing boats or huge catamarans (that makes me wonder how they came there in one piece!). Drinking Sum-sum, a local liquor made of the cashew fruit.

When we came there in the evening, I wisely left the helm to the captain, so it was not my fault when we grounded (again). The orders were: “Throw in the anchor, we hit the bar”. And he meant the real bar. With cold beer. But as Israeli people say, misfortune always comes in three. So when we it the bar, the beer run out in matter of minutes (15 to be exact) and the third misshapen was that we had to leave very early in the morning, because we had to avoid the low tide in order to escape the muddy jaws of pirate creek. But this was hard just for me. My brain need some time to start operating in the early hours of the morning. So the real third misfortune event was, that the anchor winch got fucked (miss corrosion ate the wires) and we had to pull out the stupid anchor with our stupid hands. That was easy. I cannot think, but I can pull stuff whenever in the morning.

And as for today, we left Frank in Banjul and sailed to Salmun river. Here we’ll have dinner soon and then we leave to Dakar.

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