Jeremy and Carol decided to meet us in Djembering and left after breakfast in a boat to the mainland where I’d given them detailed instructions on how to reach the village on public transport.
It’s about 12 kilometres down the beach but it passed quickly as we chatted and spotted birds.
Before we knew it, Eddies beach shack came into view. As we entered, he handed us cold beers, offered huge crabs and prawns the size of my hand all whilst a toubab girl paraded around topless before us. Does life get better?
Then ensued another gentle afternoon of relaxing, exploring and eating duck, grilled to perfection by Charlemaine, the campements owner.
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