December 13 — On the boat ride from N’Gor Island to the mainland for Mulled wine and Christmas Carols at the British Embassy, we met a young fencing master named Cheick. He was over on the island with a lady friend for the day and overheard us practicing with a Wolof phrase book. Speaking in a […]
December 10th — As we walked toward the large concrete walls we knew it was the right place. Even among the crowded streets with its many vendors hawking their goods and blaring taxi horns, the English language was quite discernible. The three of us were instantly picked out as “the rowers” before we made it within 10 […]
Dec 9 — Not a lot happened today. There was some relaxing, some slinging, and a lot of reading. Late in the afternoon Pat did some calisthenics, Markus went for a run, and I decided just before sundown to go for a swim around the sea-facing side of the island. I entered the water on the […]
December 8-9 — We’re here in Dakar, weeks before our boat arrives, for a few reasons. We want to make sure our boat gets from the shipping container to the water safely and efficiently, and has a secure place to store her while we put her back together and wait for the best weather for launch. We also […]
December 8 — I have never slept with a mosquito net, and wake up looking at the plain cracked white walls through the tiny mesh and imagine I am in a Rudyard Kipling story. The three of us run through the island and lift rocks on the beach. Pat and Markus head in and I indulge […]