some fellow overlanders and too many sleeping policemen

Fellow overlanders
On my last day at the Zebrabar Campsite I met three German students going all the way to Cape Town as part of their Masters thesis at the University of Karlsruhe. O.k., why not? They’re researching young African entrepreneurs, trying to find out what works and what doesn’t. Since they are mainly staying in the bigger towns and capitals (where the start-ups are), and they want to reach South Africa in about 4 months, I’m bound to meet them again!

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Max, Philipp and Martin (on the roof) from Karslsruhe Uni on their way to Cape Town


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If you want, you can stay in a sawn-off truck at the Zebrabar

On the same day a biker arrived on a BMW motorcycle. From South Korea! He travelled all the way through Mongolia and the Stans, wanted to stay in Senegal and The gambia for some time, and then ship the bike  to Europe from Dakar. We drank a cup of coffee together on the morning of my departure. Now that he had heard of my plans (and those of the German students) he is considering going to Cape Town. He says that people in South Korea think it’s impossible to travel all the way down the west coast. DH Kim gave me a South Korean coin, to guard me during my trip. Travel safe, DH!

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DH from South Korea

The Douane in Dakar Port
A bit of a broken night, because Thimba had thrown up in the middle of the night, so I had to get up and clean the car. Because I have only been given a passavant (a permit to drive in Senegal) for a couple of days, I have to go to Dakar Port to have my Carnet de Passage (CDP) stamped. I arrive there early in the morning, enjoying the chaotic traffic of Dakar (I really do, and I even think I’m good at it). I park right in front of the building and leave Thimba in the car. A young man, Ulli, guides me through the whole process, which takes one and half hour and three desks. Registering the CDP itself took only 5 minutes. He’s very helpful and walks in and out of offices to speed things up. Even wants to guide me out of the port, but I can manage. We say goodbye, there’s no hint for a bribe or anything. I take the péage (yes!) out of the city, but that’s only for about 10 km. After that the going is very slow with heavy traffic and many “sleeping policemen”,

sleeping policeman

sleeping policeman

steep enough to catapult you when you drive to fast. After Mbour (only 125 km.) I see a sign “Ferme Saly Campsite”, so turn off and find a wonderfully secluded spot. The owner, a Frenchman called Jean-Paul, is a 70-ish, round-bellied experienced traveller who has lived there for over 40 years. He was in Delhi when Ghandi was murdered, got bombed in Palestine by the Israelis as a retaliation after the terrorist attack on the Olympic village in Munich, and spent his first days in an Amsterdam jail for taking part in the late 60-ies Provo riots. We have dinner together and I enjoy the stories of a well seasoned traveller.





6 thoughts on “some fellow overlanders and too many sleeping policemen

  1. Geert van den Berg

    Hallo Ge,

    Ik geniet geweldig van je verhalen. Als geograaf volg ik je op de kaart en Google Earth. Prachtige reis. Inspireert me om na mijn pensionering ook zo iets te gaan doen. Groeten, Geert

  2. DH Kim

    I’m DH!
    Today, I met Martin in Korea!!!
    I miss you guys! I hope we will meet together somewher on the road again.


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