Senegal Getting into Senegal was a hassle but it's a pretty cool country and the city of St Louis is as chilled out as can be.

Exploring the town was easy starting with the Isla de St Louis and the bars, sorry! Nothing else interested me until that avenue had been well and truly explored with the local Gazelle beer.
I met up with some interesting expats, mostly French and namely a guy by the name Nicolas. The owner of the Iguane Bar who we got on well. Ex military and looking for work in the Security industry, so I put him in touch with buddies of mine and he repayed the favour by allowing me the free use of one of his quads for the afternoon, but as I'd already had a few beers by then I politely declined till the next day and proceeded to get a p****d as possible, throwing caution to the wind! St Louis, nice place, crap hangover food though!

After St Louis, Dakar was my next port of call and again, my luck was in and was approached in the city center by a fellow biker and being truly lost he directed me to his gaff in the middle of town. Jean-Hugh, a four times DAKAR rally rider and now the successful owner of a bar, 3 nightclubs, a rester aunt and a small hotel. En suite of a discounted cost of 23 Euros! I'm in Heaven!! Directly above the pub!!
That night I was introduced to some locals in the hotel complex, who were the Senegalese National Boules team and their French Coach Simon. They were off training in preparation for the world championship, in Dakar on the 6th of November and would I like to join them? Why not! So I gave it a try, supported the boys kicking one of the other teams arses and my own being embarrassed by what a crap shot I am. I attempted to throw one of the balls so high it landed on the road and nearly caused an accident!
When we finished and the boys having a good laugh at my I kicked their arses at arm wrestling, getting my revenge in good natured humour.

I was in Daker not only to see the fabled city of the Rally but also to receive a package of a new oil cooler, some maps I'd ordered and a personal gift from a friend. But the African customs will have to wait as I'm getting pissed in the bar downstairs