You’re On Vacation In this Place? — Up and down Senegal and in and out of The Gambia — Part 2

This article is part of a series. Read Part 1, where I describe the delights of Dakar and the memorable characters I meet as I explore it.

I’m having a bad day. I’m crouched, perspiring, cranking the jack against a flat tire on the roadside of a highway in the desert. I wipe the sweat off my brow and glance murderously at a Peul man named Bashir, who I have only just realized played me for a fool. How did I get here?