Senegal: The door of Africa. Dakar, Saly

 

I remember that he recently read a travel report on Senegal in which the protagonist, before departure, said they feel often ask: "Why Senegal?" ... Even happened to us is the same thing and we tried to give an answer ... Because Senegal is an intriguing destination, which we have heard talk, but mostly because I think could give us a taste of Africa ... the real one!
After various vicissitudes and troubled about any vaccinations to be done (at the end, thanks to the misinformation of the agency, we had only the anti-) we are ready to leave for Christmas this new journey ... is the first time that we let them warm during the holidays and it's particularly stuzzica our imagination.
After dinner, arrive to take the grandparents, with the campers, to accompany us in Verona and thus soften the levataccia need to submit by 5:00 in the morning after, at the airport, the counter Alpitour to withdraw the documents of shipment.
Take the way to 21:09, in a festive atmosphere, cheered by the Christmas lights that shine in every house, and one quarter of an hour later take the highway A14 in Faenza. Not much traffic and 22:05, exceeded Bologna, enter sull'A1 leave from there for twenty minutes when we take to follow immediately after Modena, the Brenner motorway.
We cross the Po, near Mantua, five minutes prior to 23:00, and chatting, in short we come to Verona ... Leave the motorway and follow the signs at 23:35 we go to stop in the parking lot near the Valerio Catullo airport, so sleep a few hours before take off to Africa.

At 4:10 it sounds the alarm and still sleepy we prepare to enter the airport.
Salute their grandparents, who meet again here in a week, and we present the counter point of our tour operator: the flight is on time, but there is one additional stopover at Cap Skirring, in the south of Senegal, in Dakar and will arrive almost two hours after the estimated time ... an inconvenience all things considered tolerable.
Embark bags and, after passing the smooth metal detector, we put ourselves waiting at the door number 1, which crossed the climb on the company's Boeing 737 charter Neos, while in the skies of Verona's starting to dawn.
At 7:26, a slight delay, the flight takes NO5822 share virando immediately south-west ... We leave behind the Lake Garda and the Po, over the Apennines and the Tyrrhenian Sea we reach close to La Spezia ... Then a sea of clouds over the Mediterranean and revise the land now in the south of Spain.
Beyond the Strait of Gibraltar in a flash and we arrive on Morocco ... So we enter into the great African continent to fly over the vast and bewildering expanses of the Sahara Desert ... also observe that the desert on the shores of the Atlantic Ocean, when we pass over the coast of Mauritania.
We are in sight of goal and identify Senegal: we are below us the huge conurbation of Dakar, with clearly visible near the Lac RETB, and continue south. Passing the mouth of the River Gambia, on whose shores it unravels the tiny and namesake state, and begin to descend towards Cap Skirring and the Casamance, the southernmost region of Senegal, Omai on the border with Guinea Bissau.
The system clock back one hour compared to 12:26 p.m. local and touch the ground in the small African airport: down more than half of the passengers and forty minutes later take direct part in Dakar, which landed without problems at 13:38 ... Beyond the windows of our air, outside International Leopold Sedar Senghor (first historic president of the Republic) is the capital of Senegal, with more than two million people: almost 20% of the population of the nation, which and extended to 196,000 square kilometers, is the westernmost of the African continent and was, until 1960, a French colony in all respects.
Safely withdraw our luggage, go beyond the customs and emerge outdoors, where temperatures are pleasant ... Indeed it is hot but not too much.
We addressed on the tour bus around 15:00 and we are approaching the hotel, which lies about eighty miles and, say, spend almost three hours! ... In fact, the traffic in Dakar, African cities, is hell and we are struggling, always aligned along the way ... Just make us feel the crumbling means moving and everything that surrounds us: wherever there is market (mainly sheep, because of the impending anniversary of Tabaski, the Muslim feast that includes traditional consumption), there is chaos everywhere .. . go all piano, no one in a hurry and the street that separates us from our hotel is much longer on the actual geographical distance.
With patience we are sacrosanct behind the capital of Senegal and southwards following the ribbon of asphalt that runs constantly away from the coast, we meet the first characteristic baobab and shortly after 17:00 (earlier than expected!) We reach Saly in town, at the center of the so-called Petit Cote (one of the most important tourist areas of the country), Royal Saly, we will host for the duration of our stay.
After a welcome cocktail will assign the room number 707, which arrive immediately, and arrange our stuff to wear bathing required to run immediately on the beach: the sea is not much, but we knew this already, the temperature is a dream, Considering that we are at Christmas, the decorations and scattered here and there in the village (beautiful and well cared for) are a strange effect ... much more unusual of the many vendors that we Senegalese attack along the shoreline, in fact we used to and seems to be in August on the Adriatic Coast.
Expect the sunset at the ocean and then we go in the room to get out almost immediately, in order to go to the briefing of 19:00 to take information about the excursions to do during the week ... We are not a kind of village and I have in mind a fine program ...
At dinner we are friends with a family of Treviso (Marco and Paola, with two children: Frances and Nicholas, who has a couple of years in most of Frederick): a long chat and then, around 22:00, tired after 'interminable day, we collect in the "apartment" ... and tomorrow ... Senegal to us!

Alarm clock with calm: there is no trip planned for the morning. Let's have breakfast, which are the 9:00 and then occupy an umbrella on the beach of the village, with Mark and Paola. Soon after I go to the bench Alpitour to book all the excursions for the week, including a tour in Quad (the classic motorcycle to four wheels) in the afternoon.
This morning a troublesome wind blows and when I go back I can not even lie on the bed for a second, because frem the desire to see what is around me ... So I am coming along the beach south of the Royal Saly, and immediately come lured by a variety of vendors (vulgarly speaking classical-vu cumpre) ... that there is not to say that trade is an inclination written into the DNA of these people!
In the company of a Senegalese particularly sociable walking, speaking of more and less, until the central beach in Saly, where they are, taken to dry all the colorful boats of fishermen (the Pirogue) and there are dragged, unwillingly, into a store of woodcarvings ... I am so involved in the negotiations for the purchase of a statue! ... Nothing wrong seem entirely original, and according to the game of bargaining arrival also purchase ... not only have money with me, then returned to the Royal Saly in the company of his prime, I pay the agreed price, then go in the company of Mark, to take some nice photos of the place, which is also characteristic.
Returned back to the hotel, after exhausting assault of various vendors, we give a brief bath (from chills!) In ... for refreshments, and seen that the wind has stopped and now the heat is not joking!
Let's go to lunch and then in the room to prepare for the ride Quad ... Federico is eccitatissimo for the new experience that awaits him, and it is not in the skin by the joy ... Accompany Sabrina on the beach, why not be with us "hard men", and then we move into minibus to the place of departure of movement in motion.
After a short briefing and donned the helmet take off: Federico front and behind me to drive ... walk a few hundred meters, and small wonder if he wants to try to hold the handlebars ... does not pray and, practically, not moller more!
Vaghi Senegalese crossing the plain villages miserable huts, with so many children to scorazzare on the street, and we desolate moors dotted with huge baobab and monumental. We stop to see a large termite, which rises like a skyscraper in the flat landscape, and then the sight of the big trees are a 'symbol of the country and characterized by their grandeur and majesty, the magnificent landscape ... only sorry that Sabrina will not be with us to enjoy the show.
Federico will be crazy fun to run along the dusty tracks and I do not hide, I feel an immense pleasure to do so, so, after more than three hours, soddisfatissimi return to first base and then at the hotel.
Sporchissimi and almost the same color of the earth come back from Sabrina as the sun is setting at the ocean: we spend a few moments on the beach and then we'll make an indispensable shower, before going to dinner with friends in Treviso ...
The evening passes pleasantly, before chatting and then to see the nice show put up by the staff of animation, after which we will withdraw immediately in the room to rest, given the alarm in good time for us tomorrow morning to take part in the first real hike of the trip.

The alarm will sound just before 6:30, while beyond the window of our room is still dark, and somewhat 'sleepy we prepare for the first excursion to the discovery of Senegal.
We go out in shorts and T-shirt in the open air in what can be defined, for now, the most incredible Christmas eve of our lives ... We do breakfast and at 7:30 o'clock on the bus go up that will lead us in the most famous of the country: its capital Dakar.
Along the route, along with Omar, our guide, we meet the presidential parade, which proceeds sent to the south for a rally in view of the forthcoming general election, and after almost two hours of exhausting African way we reach the outskirts of the capital, which, Founded in 1857, is the oldest city 'European' in West Africa.
The first stop is at a studio that produces interesting paintings made with colored sand, a little tourist trap where we inevitably ensnared ... So buy a small memory (at the cost incredibly fixed) and then start toward the center of Dakar.
Let's see all the most important institutional buildings and we stop in front of the Presidential Administration, the White House, "as they love to call it even here, with a guard in full dress in front of the massive entrance gate ... Then we reach the old station: the colorful, distinctive building obviously Colonial, next to which a small and dirty market, we visit quickly before you head to the harbor and then into the harbor to the island of Gore.
Shortly after noon Sailing from the quayside in Dakar and we prepare to walk the narrow stretch of sea that divides us from a small sliver of Africa sadly famous for the history of humanity, then it went most of the time blacks enslaved in the Americas .
Twenty minutes after landing at the departure Gore: a piece of land on which we now live no more than a thousand people, barely a sixth of those who lived in the eighteenth century, when the area was fiercely contested between the English and French.
Just set foot on the island we see the buildings that overlook the harbor and still recall the colonial era, then, given the late hours now, let's go to lunch in a restaurant in the center.
At 14:30, back in the street, we go to visit the Maison des Esclaves, the house of slaves: the only building dating back to 1786, among those surviving to the time all'orrendo trade in human beings ... Here the "pieces of ebony", as they used to call them, were stored in small cells and examined once he gave a price, as for animals, before embarking for the New World.
In absolute silence we hear the chilling speech guardian, that explains all the stages of the despicable slave trade, and then some vague 'rooms for those dark and disturbing look at the door through which men and women climbed over ships them were taken away for ever from their land ... La Maison des Esclaves, however, is too small to be alone at the heart of the deportation, and on this the scholars agree, but it is a symbol and a reminder that these things do not happen ever again!
We visit all feature island, ranks among the UNESCO world heritage sites, always tormented by nerve-wracking as folk sellers, until its highest point, where the military fortifications and where you would enjoy a nice view on the city of Dakar, were it not for today's dense fog.
16:30 so we are back on the pier and then on the main town square in the center is located, despite the Muslim majority, a meager but meaningful Christmas tree, and there we awaited the ferry to return to the mainland.
Landed again in Dakar on the bus go up immediately and begin the long road of return, so, just past 19:00, won the Royal Saly pleased ... The one that has just ended was, in fact, a beautiful and interesting excursion.
We are in the room and half an hour later we are on the edges of the pool to see the feast prepared for the kids at Christmas, with the original dall'improbabile traditional arrival of Santa Claus (of black leather and thick white beard) from the sea in canoe ... After the wonderful dinner, consumed in an extraordinary environment.
After a wonderful evening we go to sleep so excited ... for now is a wonderful holiday and hope remains that until the end ...

Merry Christmas from Senegal ... despite the local muezzin intone the first light of dawn cantilenante his prayer to Allah ... there seems true: While the holidays will evoke sleds and snow toys to go out in shorts and t-shirt to go to breakfast, in view of the trip daily.
We start on time, bus, yet to Dakar, but several kilometers before the capital turn right, toward the interior of the country to stop almost immediately, at the edge of the road, to observe a small group of monkeys probably exit from a nearby reserve . Along the way we look at a village of nomadic dell'etnia Pevele, who still live in huts, with walls and roofs, and then, in mid-morning, we come to Thies, the second city of Senegal, to visit the large market .
Descend from the bus and in the company of guides we will venture through the maze of a real market of Senegal ... fascinating, despite the degradation and the stench, which in some areas is almost unbearable for us, but the colors and the crude situations the Island and we conclude with a brief exploration of the wake kids hunting for "bon-bon" and coins .
Returned to our car and take the route almost arrive at noon, a little further north of Dakar, on the shores of Lac RETB or Lake Rose: a curious body of water formed during the last century, after a long period of drought, where once reached the sea, because its characteristic is to be salty and contain microorganisms that secrete iron oxide, give it a color, precisely, pink ... and it is really colorful! ... especially in this time of year, which coincides with the dry season.
We are getting on a truck with four wheel drive and with that we are to follow the circumnavigation of the lake counter-clockwise ... First of all we see men and women to work, with archaic methods, to extract from the bottom of the salt lake basin, which is then sold across the country, then we come on the northern shores, to a village and there Pevele descend from our way of visit.
We expected "by chance" at the son of the village chief who, with great affability, he shows us the modest huts in which they live and women engaged in various daily, while all around us Corazzano many wonderful children, looking for a simple candy ... Everything, in part, is useless to hide it, is clearly prepared, but today, now in 2007, many situations are still very real!
Back on the white truck face expanse of dunes, universally known as the last race of the famous Paris-Dakar rallistica ... Of just over three weeks (January 19) here whisking, in fact, off-road engines and the protagonists of the event. Besides being famous place is also very beautiful and heaps of white sand creates intriguing flavor scenarios Saharan ... Especially exciting is, finally, the rush to the ocean shore, on shore carriage, with the big waves of the sea on one side and dunes on the inevitable.
Regain the shores of Lac RETB we go to lunch in a restaurant a short distance from the local collection of salt and then, in the early afternoon, we reach the shore the water, where there is a sort of beach there and consume as much incredible bathroom who I remember, because the approximately three hundred grams of sodium chloride dissolved in each liter of fluid, which makes the Lac RETB the second most salty lake in the world after the Dead Sea and it floats without lifting a finger, even taking into hands and feet completely outside of the hair! ... And 'a sensation, even if of short duration, and end a Senegalese, behind a small reward, he washes from head to foot tirandoci buckets of fresh water and cold ...
With this experience the trip draws to an end and after some shopping at a nearby flea market go back to getting on the bus and we move in the direction of the Royal Saly, where we arrived around 18:00.
Called foot on the ground first of all we run on the beach to watch the sunset and then in the room to prepare for dinner ... The resulting pleasant evening spent in the company of friends and so we conclude another beautiful day by the African flavor.

The alarm clock is as usual good time, in fact this morning is scheduled un'escursione, albeit brief, one-half day at the Nature Reserve of Bandia, located fifteen kilometers north of Saly and created in 1990 in order to accommodate in conditions of semi-, given the large extension of the park, wildlife otherwise absent in this area of the country.
After breakfast, the appointment is at the hotel, where there is waiting for the 6x6 off-road trucks that will accompany us in the visit ... There are, however, unfortunately, among the participants in the tour, already caused some defections to the most classic of tropical disturbances and for now we must thank not only be among the "elected" ...
Shortly after 9:00 we take the short road and we arrive at the reserve ... Time to take the tickets and immediately after we venture along the 24 kilometers of trails that pass through.
Even if the place has been specifically designed for tourists does not resemble at all to a zoo safari in fact the animals are virtually free, but introduced to the most distant from South Africa, and survive almost exclusively with their own resources ... The environment that is so original and vague between the search giant baobab of the inhabitants of the park, which do not have the absolute certainty of meeting.
First of all c'imbattiamo in a pair of warthog, then we see some impala and immediately after the giraffe longilineal, to take pictures which we are also down by half our ... There are also ostriches and some monkeys, in addition to massive colossal buffalo and rhinos.
At some point we stop along the route, near a huge baobab tree in which there are some remains of human bones: in the ancient animist tradition the "griots" (the singers), as well as preserve the memory of history of their ancestors, have great esoteric powers and can not be buried because their strength could cause the drought of the land, why are some places within the large hollow trees, which are consequently a very sacred status of a strong for local communities. Only very recently it has been Senegal's a ban for health reasons, to this ancient practice, but the population of his strong beliefs, for the most part tends to shift the body into more sheltered trees.
After the break we move in the direction of and then to the visitor center where, finally, we observe the large land tortoises, and a nearby pond, some crocodiles ... It 'was in some way, a beautiful experience, especially for Richard, and we want to see some' as a taster, waiting to do, sooner or later, a real safari ... Kenya, Tanzania or South Africa ... who knows ... Meanwhile, on the way back to Saly, along the highway, we take a good scare when, during an overtaking, an eraser out of the old truck that we were together ... only a large bang, but the adrenalin for a moment is splashed with the stars!
We arrive at the hotel just in time for lunch and soon after we go to the beach: a chat with friends, a walk along the shoreline looking for shells, un po 'di sano relax and you tonight ...
Back calmly in the room later we go to dinner, then spend the evening with an unprecedented tombolone Christmas on the beach under the stars, after which, by now tired, drag us down to sleep, putting the end to this enjoyable day.

The alarm sounds when it is still dark outside because there is the usual program and hike in some points of view, all this may seem like a job, but we are made this way: we like to see in depth the place where we are ... Of course, it is not easy getting up from bed this morning but strangely Federico fatigue more than usual, has more in her cheeks reddened and already last night said that he had sore throat ... Been born in us a bad omen: the measure fever and, in fact, almost 38! Acc ...!!! In addition to its regret for the travel conditions is hopelessly undone ... Sabrina but insists that I go at least.
We do breakfast in silence and then I start, backpackers, with an enthusiasm equal to zero, to the meeting point for departure ... Salgo heads bowed on 6x6 trucks, which shortly after you start, and routes hundred meters already I miss the brats and I have the moral under heels.
Run to the south, beyond the chaotic city of Mbour and after a few kilometers we turn in the direction of Interior following a track between the baobab ... Brings us into a remote village where we stop to buy supplies and then doneremo to a kind of "adoptive village", located in the middle of the savannah, and during the brief stop being attacked by kids that sprout from every where.
Taken the route we arrive in the middle of nowhere, the town of Nguenienie, where he takes a crowded market ... The context is extraordinary, with the most varied goods piled everywhere and then the screams and intense smells, but above all with the Senegalese women wearing colorful traditional clothing and many of them linked with the kids miraculously poised on the back ... Vague for a while 'on foot, the length and breadth to the market, in a stunning explosion of colors ... and the more beautiful it is what surrounds me, the more I am missing Sabrina Federico and, indeed, a hammer, I thought the mind: how to stay small ...
With some assillante father finish some "business" and then back up along the truck with which, soon after, we will venture into the middle of the savannah to reach our "adoptive village."
Follow havoc tracks come close to some large trees, around which develops a fence strewn inside cabin of some poor ... Now we are meeting the children and then surrounding the poor, women, who keep hovering over the head baskets and amphorae with great ease.
In short our arrival turns into a party and the rhythm of the drums remain for a while 'to wander in the tiny village trying to understand how a group of people survive on so little, making enough for one day what we do not enough for an hour.
It 'an extraordinary feeling to stay for a while with these people and when we leave them behind, and greetings radius, there is almost Magone because, despite everything, are good and full of dignity ... virtues that we find even a little later when, along the way, we meet some women who collect peanuts and festive, we offer a full hands: a generous gesture beyond measure.
Continuing to roam the savannah, with the bow always facing south, we arrive on the banks of the Saloum River, the third river of Senegal, near the town of Ndangane now little more north of the Gambia, and there stop means parking in a tourist village.
Climbed on board a pirogue we will venture into the mouth of the river, between vast mangrovieti, looking for birds, but a little disappointed because we see plenty of one hour only a few small pelican nor too closely ... perhaps not the right season ... and we returned to base transfer ruefully to dine in a room on the banks of the Saloum.
In the afternoon, after a quick sortie to a marketplace overflowing with assillanti Senegalese vendors, we return to grind km in the bush ... Here we come this way before "his majesty", the biggest baobab of the nation, with a circumference of 23 meters and a diameter of 7! ... It 'a very impressive and at a time, slipping through a narrow opening of the trunk, we also in it, which may contain about twenty people.
Take photos must resume the march, and regained the coastal road, a little later, we arrive in the home of Joal, where we stop at the fish market and the piece of coastline where the beach all the canoes back from fly fishing daily ... There's lots of people and the highlight of the day should be already past, but in an intense odor we also visit the place, not beautiful, but rich in colors and interesting in many ways.
Now it is evening and we move in the direction of the Royal Saly, so after a meeting along the road with a famelico group of monkeys, was particularly pleased that our peanuts, received as a gift during the morning, we come finally to ... I say finally because, anguished, I immediately rushed into the room to see how is the little: just now had a fever of almost forty! ... The administering an antipyretic and lowers the temperature ... we go to dinner, spend hours and not be up again ... So hopeful, there we go to bed confident in the "miracle" during the night ... What a pity: that today was truly a beautiful experience where all three lived together ...

After a night somewhat 'troubled, not because of Federico who seems to be better, but because of flooding in a small bathroom and the bursting of the boiler, placed outside the room, with the technical assistance given to the rhythms of Senegal madman of a sloth, we get up around 9:00 a little 'tire (and say that, according to the programs, this should be our night's rest, after repeated trips) and we go to breakfast with Federico miracle that seems really ... Saltelli not that right, and missing, but the fever is not renominated.
Watching the flight times to return to Italy exposed to Alpitour bench, all of which are confirmed as planned, we moved into the ocean shore in the company of friends of Treviso and spend a pleasant morning, giving an overview of the colorful local market and by becoming involved in any negotiation inevitable ... Then oversee the enormous amount of work performed by some of the attendant who, in six, have managed to plant over about an hour, an umbrella from roofs, confirming the madman rhythms, above, typical of bradipo ...
After noon we go to lunch and afterwards, the team reconstructed thanks to the amazing conditions of Frederick, we do not miss the trip daily.
Arrive by bus, passing Mbour, the small town of Joal and from there, crossing a long wooden footbridge, the village of Fadiout, on the island, one of the main attractions of the Petit Cote ... The place is also known as Island of Shells, in fact all the roads are covered by the residue of centuries of consumption of shellfish.
Accompanied by a local guide we visit the typical area, which unlike the rest of Senegal is a predominantly Catholic, and on a small island adjoining the original cemetery (the only country in which they are buried almost side by side, Christians and Muslims), immersed in a mystical environment, dotted with baobab and all the shells, piled to create the simple graves that fill with their crosses, almost the entire quiet hill by the sea.
After a brief stop on the island of contemplative come back alive, as we scorazzano around beautiful babies, who just give a sweet or a simple ballpoint pen to fill them with joy, and retraced the long wooden bridge regain land ... It 'been a very interesting visit, saying that there is no shame for the sun, hiding this afternoon.
By now the evening, rose on the bus, start towards Saly, where we arrive around 19:00 ... There is now room to make a quick shower (cold because the boiler has not been fixed yet ... but with the rhythms that have who knows when they will ...) and then begin to rebuild their bags, resulting in the departure of tomorrow.
Later we go to eat dinner last holiday in this beautiful land of Senegal and then, after a long chat in front of a coffee, we go to rest, since we can not do the same tomorrow night, with the arrival in Italy provided at night.

E 'on the departure day we get up and calmly: wear long trousers and shoes and we have breakfast ... We then go to greet the ocean, before returning to the room to close the bags.
At 10:00 o'clock we are out of the room and we put ourselves on hold, with all the others scheduled departure. Sabrina forfeited the last warm rays of the African sun and then, after a quick snack at 11:30, we are presenting at the hotel to board the bus that will take us to the airport.
Slightly behind what we planned to leave behind, with some regret, the Royal Saly, which allowed us to spend an unforgettable Christmas. We shall recover other tourists from various hotels in the area and now on the road outside the resort, we are joined by a car that makes us go back because it seems there is still a person at the Royal Saly ... Reversing the route to arrive at once realize that it was all a big mistake ... Meanwhile, though, we lost almost an hour.
The air-conditioned bus is not working properly and patiamo a heat on the way to Dakar, more traffic is intense and takes more than two hours and a half, so we consoled looking glass over the most diverse views of life of the people of Senegal which is in turmoil for the upcoming celebration of Tabaski.
Arrived at the airport in late great embark everything as we go along and before long we are sitting inside the Boeing 737 that the company Neos identified as Flight NO5823 at 16:05 (with almost half an hour in advance!) Detaches from the ground directly Verona: "Senegal au revoir" ...
Go up while the share of us flowing in the case of large African cities, then we enter the Sahara Desert of Mauritania on passing first and then on the southern Morocco, with the sun going down inexorably towards the west, inflaming the sky beyond the window.
Now in darkness over Algeria in the Mediterranean and enter ... pass between the Balearic Islands and Sardinia and revise the Italian coast of the Ligurian Riviera di Ponente, then begin the descent toward Verona, where we announced the captain, we expect a temperature of minus one degree! ... and already there are the chills.
Landed without problems at the airport Valerio Catullo 22:22. Safely collect your luggage, we salute the friends of this journey and come out in the open air are expected to grandparents, who with the inevitable campers have come to take us.
Immediately turn the A22 motorway towards the south, and chatting about how beautiful we have seen in Senegal, at 23:20 we are at Mantua, just a little later, while we are entering a sull'A1 Modena, body and midnight ...

Continuing to speak of more and less, and what happened in Italy during our absence, we come to Bologna and take the A14 to follow.
Fila everything smooth, given the time and the pre-days, so little before 1: 00 to emerge from Faenza, and a handful of minutes later, at 1: 12, successfully concluding the trip in front of the gate Our home ... A special trip, in several respects: it was for us the first Christmas past outside of Italy and Europe, in addition to hot for us was also the first trip in Black Africa, but certainly not a Travel Far ... Senegal, however, there has already been able to provide crude situations and environments typical of this great continent and in our ego we like to consider this country a little 'as the "Gateway of Africa" ... quell'Africa that sooner or later we would have the pleasure to visit.