We wait in the mall impatiently while the shop girl who has maintained a falsehood as to the readiness of a tailored dress for a week and a half, flounces and prevaricates. Finally the deposit is rung from her like juice from a baobab.
We depart for the coast Saly and lamantin a fabulous resort to which some tourists come and go never seeing Dakar. The way is north as there is only one road and thence south again after interminable Pikine. .
We arrive to a wonderful two storey thatched hut and every luxury. The uniforms were the shades of my jesuit college and brass buttons greet our every move. Dinner is buffet style and after a swim in both sea and pool very welcome indeed.
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