While Cher erases the traces of the desert,
I entrust to Smaïl the care to repair my nonsense. I indeed dropped the camera in the sand and, curiously, it does not work anymore …
Thank you Smaïl!
I resist Touba coffee (coffee + cloves + chili pepper)
And I go to the Astou cyber café to transmit a week of Mauritanian stories.
And the employees, at 3 pm, come to see me and tell me
- You’re not eating?
- I’m not hungry
- We have to eat. Come on we invite you.
And they unpack a Thiéboudiène with bream (spicy rice with fish, Senegalese national dish).
It’s the best Thiéboudiène I’ve ever had: It came from the heart!
At 5 pm the mint tea …
Otherwise in front of the computer all day to write and transmit.
It reminds me of those I love
And it’s great!
P.S: I drove 1 kilometer today, a record !!
I escaped the coffee, the time of a long download to see the canoes.
For a moment, a monument reminds us that Senegalese riflemen are not legendary!
Some fishermen fish pelican!
Who’s the crazy one doing this ?
My name is Alain, born in 1952, single.
I’ve always loved traveling abroad.
To this day, I traveled accross 87 countries.