I left the house first, followed shortly after by little Babacar who stealthily evaded Rassoul so as to not upset him on our departure. We gathered at Sebastian's homestay before setting out for the island of Ngor. After a short ride we left the nearly empty bus at the end of its rout and wandered our way through crooked streets until we came to the coast. After paying our fare, we piled into a ferry that took us across the small gap separating the island from the mainland.
Tossing and turning, the boat plowed through the waves, spraying us with blasts of salty froth. After jumping off the boat and sloshing to shore, my pants were soaked all the way up to my thighs. The island was filled with beautiful houses and fancy looking hotels. We stood by the water, atop the rocks and cliffs to watched the ceaseless waves roll in from the deep. The wind swept across the island as the sea churned and roiled below the gnarled and weathered rocks.
