I arrived in Senegal at 3.30 am not speaking a french, not knowing a soul, no hotel room-agent forgot to book!-and a very thin budget. I faked being a guest at a five star hotel, could not hide my relief when they said fully booked. Got ready to cry about the manager making a plan for me (it was his hometown), got taken to another hotel. Room available. At that price FORGET it. More calls, room found settled for a few hours.
Day break, have to find an even cheaper place and the manager from the second hotel is true to his word and shosw up to help you find a place, make calls in French, that kinda thing.
I find a place, but relying on people to go ut of their way does not stop with Jean and Senegal. It has been daily butter since I started this journey. Along with feeling secure, caution taken in some cases and only because I am South African like that (and if I don't have my pepper spray, which is lots because why carry a weapon and assume people to be criminal before as honest as you are? However, I am a woman traveling alone, from South Africa, so get my perspective.
I am safe, happy and wishing you an incredible physical and emotional journey soon
Starting with a holiday soon
L
Niger
On the banks of the river Niger, Bamako. Sigh.
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