Casamance or bust - with lunch and a museum on the way

It took me forever to pack my bags in Dakar, leaving my suitcase behind and reducing to two knapsacks, one full of water.  At 1 p.m., Saliou appeared and we left for downtown Dakar for lunch at Saliou's favorite place, a small dark room with a few tables.  The usual please, fish with rice.  It was yummy.  I have not experienced any stomach problems at all.

I had wanted to visit the new Museum of African Civilization, so we went there after lunch.  The timing was perfect because I am currently reading a book about genetics and heredity, so was especially keen to see artifacts and displays on that topic, the grand migrations from Africa.  Both the book and the museum highlight the very small differences in genes between the races - in fact, the whole concept of "race" is completely a construct of white eugenics people.

The car is King here in Senegal.  Pedestrians, motorcycles, bikes (the few there are) have no space. We walked between cement construction barriers and four lane highway traffic between the museum and the way to the port.

Our boat was there and since we were early, we were able to board, passing through at least five sets of security guards checking passports and tickets.  Our little cabin was quite adequate and the upper bunk even had a window looking out onto the water.  The Moon was full, shining across the water.   We departed at exactly 8 p.m. as planned, leaving Dakar behind, and and heading out to open sea. During the night, when I would wake up, I would see the full Moon and the gentle rocking of the boat as we headed south towards Casamance.