Time To Go
December 31, 2005
It’s our last day at the beach. They forgot our breakfast order again this morning and our parrot friend was still there. Things here are so strange.
We had to get up as we needed to change rooms. When we reserved the space we were told that the room was booked for New Year’s so we knew it was coming. We packed our stuff and dragged it all down the stairs, across the courtyard, through the street, and deposited it in the main office. We were stoked actually because they were going to switch us to a room in the main building rather then the annex. The performance space is right next to our old room so we knew it would be loud late. While we waited for breakfast, the woman came and told us that she would have to put us in a room in the annex as the main building was booked. After breakfast she came back and told us that we would be going back into our old room. This time she got the staff to move our stuff.
Carrie batiked while we played, and then we headed off to the beach to “play in the foamy stuff”. We played and played and swam and played. After that we drank beer, played, swam, and ate lunch. The restaurant we have eaten at both days serves one thing for lunch; fish and rice. Today I got the head half of the fish. It’s always a little strange to eat food that’s staring back at you, but it was really good! The fish here is awesome. We have to eat our fill as fresh fish is unheard of in Sadiola.
We got in another Atlantic sunset. I’m sure we will see at least one more of those before our holiday comes to a close. Tomorrow we head to Dakar. We have to stop by a shipping company that has our immunization cards and then catch a ferry to Goree Island where we spend the next two nights before we fly back to Bamako. It’s all very surreal; here we are relaxing in Africa, preparing to go home to Africa.
MJR
It’s our last day at the beach. They forgot our breakfast order again this morning and our parrot friend was still there. Things here are so strange.
We had to get up as we needed to change rooms. When we reserved the space we were told that the room was booked for New Year’s so we knew it was coming. We packed our stuff and dragged it all down the stairs, across the courtyard, through the street, and deposited it in the main office. We were stoked actually because they were going to switch us to a room in the main building rather then the annex. The performance space is right next to our old room so we knew it would be loud late. While we waited for breakfast, the woman came and told us that she would have to put us in a room in the annex as the main building was booked. After breakfast she came back and told us that we would be going back into our old room. This time she got the staff to move our stuff.
Carrie batiked while we played, and then we headed off to the beach to “play in the foamy stuff”. We played and played and swam and played. After that we drank beer, played, swam, and ate lunch. The restaurant we have eaten at both days serves one thing for lunch; fish and rice. Today I got the head half of the fish. It’s always a little strange to eat food that’s staring back at you, but it was really good! The fish here is awesome. We have to eat our fill as fresh fish is unheard of in Sadiola.
We got in another Atlantic sunset. I’m sure we will see at least one more of those before our holiday comes to a close. Tomorrow we head to Dakar. We have to stop by a shipping company that has our immunization cards and then catch a ferry to Goree Island where we spend the next two nights before we fly back to Bamako. It’s all very surreal; here we are relaxing in Africa, preparing to go home to Africa.
MJR
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