The ‘campground’ was literally just a field where we asked permission from the village chief if we could camp for the night. Noah chose the spot right next to a new school, hoping we’d be able to use their facilities. Unfortunately, the construction of the school was not finished, and guess what – there was no toilet or bathroom yet! Which meant that you took a spade and some toilet paper and went out into the bush until you found a bush or tree suitably far away from the camp and with enough cover for your modesty. Such bushes/tress were few and far between and we ended up walking quite some distance.
You dig a hole to bury your waste as well as the toilet paper. At least that is the theory. In practice, the ground is so hard that digging is impossibility. All you end up doing is scraping away some surface dirt and hope that it is going to be enough.
Noah had packed enough toilet paper to last us the entire journey and there was water in large Jerry-cans for washing. Small bowls were supplied too, so this place had all mod cons!
We drove along until it was time to pitch the tents, and found somewhere flat and suitable for our camp. It was nice to be able to pitch our tents in the light and be able to enjoy a drink and relax before the sun went down. We all erected our own tents – the pictures show David putting up ours. As always on this trip through West Africa, I slept on a mat under the stars outside the tent.
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