After all the noise last night I finally fell asleep and slept well. This would be the last morning in Senegal and I needed to get all packed up. But that would come after breakfast. I joined the other guests, some of whom were at the large breakfast table and others outside. I spent some talking with an interesting couple about my age from Spain who had been traveling and doing home stays primarily in the Casamance. Breakfast was fruit and eggs and coffee and ...

Up for breakfast and all packed up. Yves had helped me arrange for a driver to go back to Dakar. I hd the name of the man who had driven me up the Sunday before. He arrived promptly before the 9 AM departure. He was dressed very nicely in a turquoise blue kaftan with turquoise blue pants. It was Friday, the holy day for the Muslims. A Senegalese kaftan is a pullover men's robe with long bell sleeves. In the Wolof language, this robe is called a mbubb and in Fren...

I had realized that I had probably had a good fill of Saint Louis. Were I to have done it over I would have taken Wednesday and Thursday and gone to Podor, recommended by our guide with AJWS which was a several hour drive beyond Saint Louis. Podor is the northernmost town in Senegal, Africa, lying on Morfil Island between the Sénégal River and Doué River. It is home to a ruined French fort, built in 1854 as a centre for gold trading, However, I did not do that...

The plan for today after another wonderful Jamm breakfast was to visit Langue de Barbarie (Barbary tongue). There were two other guests at breakfast, a couple from Scotland who actually spoke English. Both were doctors; the man, of Indian descent, was a gastroenterologist and his wife was a general practitioner who worked arranging for home care for persons with disabilities. It was refreshing to have a conversation in real English (tinged with a bit of Scottish)...

After another wonderful breakfast at Jamm I set out for an early morning walk to the Tourist Office where I was to meet my guide for the day's trip to the national park Djoudj. It was Senegal pedestrian rush hour with people walking to work and many schoolchildren of all ages walking to school. About a block away from Jamm was the closest thing to Starbucks I was to find in Saint-Louis; a sort of battered red metal cart with a large Nescafe sign on the corner. As...