This morning, I woke to the sound, with occasional vibration, of waves crashing against the land. Powerful yet very peaceful.
Today's plan was to visit Cacheu. The distance to Cacheu was about 15 miles with direct line of sight; however, crossing Rio Cacheu further in land made the journey more like 130 miles.
Two fake tolls en route that were run by young boys holding knotted rope across the road. Not much hassle, as I slowed down, and rode through.
I was running low on drinking water, so sampled a river but found it was salt water. There was a handmade canoe hidden in the vegetation.
Cacheu is a small place and now seems slightly run down. The harbour has a square with seating and a statue.
The castle was closed and appeared disused.
Leaving Cacheu, I went in search for a place to camp. I saw this huge line of ants crossing the track. The ant line looked like rope from afar.
Finding a camping spot was reasonably tricky today. I tucked my tent into a forest to obscure myself from a nearby path.
Can you find me in this photo?! Where's Wally?
There were lots of sounds that evening. Even a leaf falling from the train made my head turn!
The next morning, the air was very wet with fog. The sun could just about be seen through the fog.
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