Dopo le (probabilmente) peggiori 24 ore di navigazione da quando siamo partiti, eccoci in Gambia.
24 ore di motore, onda lunga incrociata, piroghe senza luci di notte e pescherecci coreani che mandavano musica sul canale 16, eccoci a Banjul, capitale del Gambia, Was trapped inside Senegal.
We speak English, everything is tropically British.
Twelve hours to make the entry tickets.
Twelve.
berth while I boiled and then exposed in the offices of customs, immigration, etc., the other half were seasick, anchor. Giornatina nice for everyone.
This morning Anne and Benoit are broken, we are divided into the arms of the river side.
Lamin Lodge, peace and tranquility.
A boat with a German family of Gibraltar: a girl of six years and three months, born in "hospital" in Elinkine, a village of a few hundred people where we were yesterday.
For now, despite what the French say, a feeling of greater warmth of that Senegalese Gambians, but who knows we will see next week.
After the Epiphany, removed the Christmas decorations (purple is a garland wrapped around the central tube of Bimini), the boat risembra a bit 'a boat.
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