Not too much to report here, other than the occasional clash with the French language. C’est la vie!
After being on-the-go for the last month, I decided that I’ve bought myself enough time, and that now I can afford to take it easy for a few days and rest at the beach at Cap Skirring. I stopped for one night in ziguinchor, but had a couple nasty encounters with locals and decided to move on. Very pretty town though!
Now, Cap Skirring, being a prime location for rich tourists, is essentially the definition of exactly the kind of place I should hate. But, I’ve decided to let that go for now – the place I’m staying is super quiet, pretty much just me and the guys that work here, and because of that, I don’t have to go into town whatsoever. The only time I encounter other tourists is on the beach itself. And that I can handle.