Day 15: Saint Louis - Dakar

I slept like a princess under a veil with the insect cover protecting me.
Red was mosquito bait (as usual) having slept on the floor.
Can I laugh?

The SH50 is an amazing scooter. We were by now riding in 2 with baggage and the roads were filled with crater-like holes. Red masterfully drove and I didn't object to being the passenger. The downside of riding behind is extreme butt cramps after some time.

Headed towards St. Louis and found a colorful sea town where food and drinks are at tourist price, and you see evident clash of class societies while drinking orange juice on a terrace perched by the delta next to children bathing in near to port water.
Their smiles are nonetheless beautiful.









Our stop was brief. We headed for Dakar immediately, only to be stopped by a 'policeman' who declared that we were speeding. Simply an 'incidental' guest, considering he had no scanner with him at all. Red insisted on getting a receipt and that lowered the fine amount to about a third of what was mentioned. He took the 2 receipts and promised to rain hell in Dakar. (why 2? who knows.. )

The rest of our ride was calm. The road taken was near the shore and were almost all flatlands which made it populated. Seemed that there were villages starting and ending at a distance on 5 meters for the whole trip for St. Louis to Dakar. We made 1 stop to touch up the SH50 and fill the oil then was good to go at a reasonable speed. I loved the view of this road and to see how the people lived. I even notice the Cedafi branches in buildings copied from that in Ndiangue.

It was early afternoon, we passed an enormous lot prepared for housing and looked like a tomb of power boxes, all prepared but no construction had initiated. It was supposed to be a residential area turns to quaint running spot for the military men from their nearby structure.

As we start to view the sea from afar, it was clear that Dakar was near.
Automobiles starting to run around fiercely, wait... IT'S TRAFFIC!!