I have always wanted to see a Baobab tree. They are so Africa. The trouble was - I hadn't a clue what they looked like! I now know. Some are huge but unlike the English oak they are soft wood. They do look funny though with the fruit cases hanging like eccentric lamps off the tree. I haven't tried the juice yet though love wonjo which is a sort of sweet kharkadi.
Senegal was an unusual day. We started out at 7.30am arriving at Barras (northern Gambia) around 4 hours later. The ferry took 3 hours against the tide. I just sat there thinking 'If it wasn't for the hard seat this would be bliss'. When we got on the road our guide forgot to tell us an important snippet of information: 'When we to the border don't take photographs without permission'. I didn't realise it was the border - so I did. Unfortunately the local border cop saw. He made a great fuss on the coach, demanded my presence complete with camera in the cop shop, then proceeded to utterly ignore the 'offending' photograph or make me delete it. He was in a bad mood. All the time I'm being told 'There's nothing to worry about!' I didn't and I wasn't, thinking of all past encounters with bad tempered police at checkpoints in Egypt. The warthogs were my first glimpse of wildlife in the park.