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We finally get to put up some sails.

Scooting along the flat waters of the river.

A classic African silhouette.

The happy couples.

The Dakar dirt and the Dakar repair.

African sunrises never cease to amaze.

This is not blue water.

Bread. Before.

Bread. After.

The calm waters of Bombale.

The nets wait to trap us.

Cerulean get ready for the bridge crossing.

Ruffian leads the way under the bridge.

Just sitting, waiting and brewing tea.

Night sailing down the river.

Ruffian sits in the sunshine.

Sprite and groundnuts vs drama and dragging.

Never again. We hope.

Doing illicit street corner deals.

You can have any colour you like. As long as its bright.

Fiona leads the way in finding fabric.

Iain removes the last of the fisherman’s net.

The evidence is stark.

Shopping Gambian style.

The OCC in Gambia.

Happy Christmas.

Christmas means Christmas cake.

Heartfelt words.

The maintenance never ends.

Harvesting the local juice.

The Silk Cotton Trees will outlast us all.

Our neighbours play in the trees.

The river yields crops.

It’s all about the preparation.

The final ingredients go in.

Not enough to feed the 5000, but enough to feed the village.

We eat.

The birds are just everywhere.

Larry &amp; TT find some new friends.

Marie serves up the cake we dreamed while offshore.

Humanitarian aid.

Getting ready for the off.

Our last gift from Gambia

The weather forecast doesn’t get to look more perfect than this.

The routing says it’s a world of loveliness.