Day 145: It’s Gonna Cost Ya…
25.05.09: And so my journey took me to the most expensive country so far. More expensive than Japan, Norway and London PUT TOGETHER. I am talking, of course(?), about Senegal. The Sept-Place taxi that took me to the border (as any who half a brain cell should be able to work out) is designed to take seven passengers. Mine took FOURTEEN. After a good few hours of that (and the fact we stopped every few seconds to pay some corrupt policeman a bribe), I was ready to kill, kill and kill again, but now I had the border to negotiate. Sorry mate, it's closed until 3pm. What? Yeah, closed. What for? Lunch? I looked at my watch. 12:15pm. A calculation in my head - if I wait until 3, I'll get into Dakar about 11 at night. Dakar, first time, by myself, at 11pm. Hmm... Okay,…