Didn’t meet Jean-Luc until 12:30, but it was good to see him. We got caught up on each other since we’d last met at the Algeria/Niger border. He’s got no job or apartment, but is still with Eric and Raymond and they may work it out in a day or two. Meanwhile, he was staying with a friend’s brother, where we went and had a grenadine. He thinks that the Dakar-Casa boat is too expensive and will talk to a friend in the maritime transportation industry about getting me on a freighter.
We made arrangements to re-meet and Jean-Luc recommended a Lebanese restaurant where I could get Shawarka—something like a gyro sandwich. Afterwards, I bumped into the friendly Gambian pusher who’d directed my guide and me to my present hotel. He and his friends gave advice on how to reach Bamako. I’m thinking that a truck will be best.
Out on the Plateau again, I passed rows of tall trees that were thick with bats, hanging upside-down in clusters of five or six. After some waiting, I got back my passport with, hopefully, my last required visa for this trip. My nervousness now is over my return flight arrangements. It occurred to me that one of the conditions of my $375 NY-Casa ticket may have been very early reservation of the return flight. If this is so, I may have to spend more than I’d figured— and I don’t have much extra. I’m peeved that the travel agent put me off for two days— tomorrow we’ll see what’s what. The sooner I get these larger transportation arrangements made, the sooner I’ll be able to know just how much money I can live on.PHOTO CREDIT
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