Studying the road ahead, whilst my lively lady assistant oversees the moto
I was so busy looking for the right spot for the road eastward that I failed to fill up with petrol. And of course this long road east to Korda had no petroleum stations, or so it seemed.
Then I asked in one village and was told there was a 'Pompe d'essence' in 10kms. I quizzed them whether it was really a Pompe and they reassured me, as I was not keen to do another refill from plastic drinks bottles like in Mauritania.
And when I finally tracked it down, the petroleum pump turned out to be a gang of young lads with a big stack of.......................... plastic drinks bottles. It seems that in the Casamance vernacular, a Pompe>= 10 plastic bottles! Oh well.
Filling up from the 'pompe '
The refill allowed us to enjoy the countryside and the people in the vibrant towns we passed through (if not the sandy 'deviations'!)
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