Position: 14:39.93N 017:25.68W
Date:
15 November
2009
On Friday afternoon we motored 8 miles back down the
river and anchored off the fishing
village of
Djifer and went for yet another
bird-watching walk in the woods. A few days earlier I had received an email from
my daughter, Selina, who told me in no uncertain terms that if I was buying
mementos of the trip for myself, then she jolly well expected me to buy some
nick-nacks for her as well. Her mother, the Absent Downstairs Skipper, is not
particularly grasping so I simply cannot understand where Selina gets this
rather unattractive materialistic streak from. Anyway, to avoid future tantrums
(she’s full of unattractive traits) I went into the village and found someone
who made bits of jewellery from whatever was lying around, and negotiated a rock
bottom price for a necklace. It’s horribly cheap and tacky, but it will do for
Selina.
After an early night, at first light we weighed anchor
and made our way to the shallow pass which would lead us from behind the
peninsula into the open sea and to the 60-mile passage northeast back to
Dakar. The pass having been created
only a few years ago after a violent storm washed a chunk of the peninsula away,
it is uncharted, unlit, unmarked and has shifting sandbanks. At places it is
very shallow and a strong tide rip sluices across it. Our entry on our arrival
was made possible only by being escorted through in convoy by a local fishing
boat. This time we were alone so it was with some trepidation that we edged
towards the pass. On our way in I had recorded on our electronic chart our
position at 10 second intervals, giving us a track which we were now following
in reverse. With one eye on the chart plotter and the other eye on the depth
sounder we edged our way through, constantly compensating for the tide rip which
was doing its best to force us on to the sandbanks either side. So it was with
some relief when we saw the depth begin to rise again. We were
through.
We had a brisk wind on the beam and nearly a knot of tide
to help push us along, and we enjoyed the warm fast sailing whilst we could as
the wind was forecast to die at midday. And die it did, but we needed to give the batteries
a boost so did not mind having to turn the engine on for the remaining four
hours.
This was not a passage on which one could relax for a
second. 40% of the exports of
Senegal are fish
and there are 50,000 fishermen in the country in 12,000 pirogues. Most of them
seemed to be out in the 60 miles between Sine-Saloum and
Dakar. We weaved our way through
literally hundreds of them, some large with more than 20 men on board hauling
large nets of fish over the side, to tiny and almost invisible pirogues with one
sole fishermen jigging a line. To complicate matters further the sea was strewn
with lobster pots all of which we had to spot and avoid. Relaxing it was
not.
Without new birds of marsh and woodland to identify,
Colin was going into a rapid decline until, more than 10 miles offshore we were
visited by a wide variety of other winged friends: butterflies, moths, locusts,
enormous wasps with bright red bodies, and other bugs. Colin was happy
again.
At 1430 we saw the masts of the rally fleet anchored in
front of the Presidential Palace in
Dakar and half an hour later we
dropped anchor to rejoin the fleet. A bonus of having left Sine-Saloum a day
earlier than planned was that there was a concert yesterday evening by the
world-famous Senegalese jazz band, Orchestra Baobab. Quite a number of rally
members went along, running the gauntlet of the ever-present locals wanting to
extract money from us. It was worth it. The band was sensational. The rhythms
electrifying, the music very different and very complex. A great evening. Back on the boat whilst we were enjoying
a nightcap in the cockpit a large, handsome praying mantis joined us – a good
omen I hope.
I woke this morning and found, to my horror, a clutch of
cockroaches nestling on the mosquito netting covering the hatch of my cabin.
Cockroaches are every boatowners worst nightmare as, once on board, they are all
but impossible to get rid of. After a couple of screams from me, the Great
Naturalist (Colin) arrived, picked one of them up and said with disdain in his
voice “Surely anyone can see that these are not in the family Gryllidae but are from
the suborder Caelifera in the order
Orthoptera” (once I had surreptitiously got onto Wikipedia I discovered
he meant they were not cockroaches but a type of cricket). Phew.
The rest of the fleet leave to day for
Cape Verde 450
miles into the Atlantic Ocean which will be our last
stopping off point before the Atlantic crossing to
Brazil. We,
however, remain in Dakar for a few
more days until Neil Thackray joins us early on Wednesday morning. We still have
a non-functioning water maker which is a considerable inconvenience and I am
hoping that our delayed departure will mean we can find a solution.
I have come ashore to send this blog but forgot to bring
my memory stick from the camera so, technology willing, I hope to get some
photos of the Sine-Saloum delta to you all tomorrow.
P.S. I had intended to post this yesterday 15 November,
but was unable to connect to the internet – details in next blog – but in fact
sent on 16 November