Paris to Dakar

I have always wanted to see a leg of the Paris to Dakar rally. This amazing rally, running through the North African desert must be one of the hardest things a driver can do. Unfortunately the rally was cancelled this year due to activities n nearby countries.

Arriving in Dakar i was escorted to the comapny mine house by the friendly house driver, a cheerful chap who spoke about as much English as i spoke French. He saved me from the masses of touts, currency sellers and taxi drivers so i was eternally grateful to him.

Guards, barricades and barbed wire fences, was it to keep others out, or the workers in?

The house wasn't far from the airport so i unfortunately didnt get to see too much of the city. Dusty roads, streetside bars and overcrowded buses were the order of the day. Much like other African towns i had seen, there appeared to be a concerted effort to construct more buildings, homes and shops.

Arriving at the Mine house i was surprised by the level of security involved. Guards, barricades and barbed wire fences, was it to keep others out, or the workers in? I must admit, everything was catered for, so there was no reason to leave - i just wondered if i would be allowed if i tried.

An early morning beckoned so i retired early. Being back in the land of Malaria i tucked my bed net in and got a good night's sleep.