Daylight shows that a few other teams have arrived during the night, some of them taking the Washboard road during the hours of darkness with Cinema Team finally arriving at 01:30. This should be the last day of the challenge, a run through Senegal to the Gambian border and then a ferry into the city of Banjul. We should be sitting in the Safari Gardens Hotel, sipping cold beers by sundown!!
It's a pity that we don't have time for another day at the Zebrabar as we stayed in a very comfortable little chalet in a palm grove by the beach and the surroundings are beautiful, but after 18 days on the road and with the finish line in sight, everybody is keen to get to Banjul as quickly as possible. It's going to be quite a challenge, we have to traverse nearly the whole length of Senegal to the Gambian border, which is then followed by a ferry crossing at Barra to the city of Banjul itself. The Road Book says the last ferry is around 19:00, so we really do need to get a move on.
At first all goes well, we have quite a long convoy and as there is quite a lot of slow-moving traffic on the roads and overtaking can be problematical. Therefore, after an hour or so the convoy is spread out over a considerable distance and a few are trapped behind slow-moving lorries.
At the town of Thies we need to turn left to head east towards the town of Diourbel - and this is where it all goes considerably 'Pete Tong'. We have been trying to keep up with the Dukes who are at the head with the sat-nav and setting a blistering pace, so after turning left at the only roundabout we've encountered so far, we notice there is no-one behind us and pull over and wait, and wait, and wait. Andrew calls Brim; Steve's had a puncture and has had to stop to replace the wheel, and so will still be a while yet. So we wait. We are both looking behind us to see if we can spot anyone, so it is a shock to suddenly look up and see that the Dukes are gone. But never mind, the others will all be along soon. So we continue to wait.
45 minutes since we stopped, Andrew calls again and speaks to Steve, there's been some confusion on the outskirts of Thies and the rest of the convoy are now about 30 km past the roundabout we are still waiting at and heading towards Dakar - totally the wrong direction. Aaaargh! We are now totally on our own in the middle of Senegal. A very, very vulnerable feeling.
Luckily I had the foresight to bring a paper map of Senegal with me so we should be able to find the Barra ferry on our own; east to Diourbel, south to Kaolack and then south-west to Barra. Easy peasy. Only the Senegalese don't believe in road-signs and if there are any, they tend to be plastered over with fading political posters from the last elections. At one particularly complex junction all that can be seen is an arrow pointing off at 11 o'clock and two letters "Di" - the rest being totally obscured. I take this to be Diourbel, so off we head.
The traffic is horrendous. That festival that was mentioned at the embassy? Well, it's today, and half of Senegal seem to be going to it. Luckily wherever it is being held is behind us, so our side of the road is mostly clear, but the other side of the road is rammed with overladen buses, trucks, cars, vans, mopeds, you name it, all trying to overtake each other simultaneously and only pulling over at the very last moment, often causing us to brake and swerve. People are clinging to the roofs, luggage racks and rear steps in any way possible.
We are stuck behind a slow-moving mini-bus, Andrew espies a rare gap in the oncoming traffic avalanche, pulls over the solid white no overtaking line and is just about to boot it when we discover that he couldn't have chosen a worse place - right in front of a traffic cop! We are pulled over. The cop is almost incandescent with fury and has a good rant at us. For the first time on this trip I forget I can speak French and Andrew babbles vague apologies and excuses in a Franglais mix. The cop demands a 20 Euro fine and I am about to get the money out when his superior comes over, lays his hand on the other cop's arm, tells us not to be silly boys in future and waves us on our way - having Phoebe looking a bit like a proper rally car has obviously had it's advantages!
Coming through the cutely-named town of Bambey I see Jens (a German biker and fellow traveller) and Bob on George's motorbike (his leg is still hurting so he's riding in Banjul Baby and Bob has his bike) at the side of the road. We stop. Bob is in contact with the others who are "just" a short way away. We agree to go with Jens a few klicks down the road to wait for the others when they catch up with Bob. So with Jens we stop outside Bambey. 45 minutes later and still no sign and no contact by mobile. It's now 15:45 and we've wasted a good few hours, so with Jens we decide to just go for it.
We are just south of Kaolack when we hit the worst road we have seen so far, potholes and a ravaged road surface that looks like it's been bombed, it's so bad that the locals no longer drive on the road, but have made their own track parallel to it. It takes another hour to cover 40 km as we weave and zigzag, trying to find a less damaging route through as poor Phoebe is banged, slammed and jolted.
Suddenly and abruptly the road is back to normal and the final 50 km to the border are uneventful, but we fear we will have missed the last ferry when we finally reach the Gambian border at 19:30. The Senegalese procedure on the way out is fortunately much, much cheaper than on the way in and we pass through to our final border barrier just by a big "Welcome to Gambia" sign. Our last border crossing, after all the previous experiences, how hard is this one going to be? The customs officer breaks into a huge grin when he hears the words "Banjul Challenge" and waves my papers away. He shakes my hand and dismisses the formalities "You are one of us."
But we have missed the last ferry, so waiting in the queue at the ferry terminal we prepare to spend a night unlike any other...
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