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I headed into town and found the Salesian Cathedral. I explained who I was and
asked permission to sleep on the grounds. At first, the priest offered me the laundry room
to sleep which I immediately accepted. After placing my bike there, he reconsidered and
invitedmeintothehouse.AfterIsettledintomyroom,Ileftthehouseandcasuallystrolled
around the neighbourhood.
The next morning was to be my two-month anniversary of the tour. I was in good
spiritsandstillgoingstrong.Istarteditwithmassthen,tocelebratetheanniversaryIbroke
from routine and had a huge breakfast before I started to cycle. It proved to be tough on
me for all my energy went to my digestive system and I wanted to go back to bed again. I
thanked the Salesians and pushed off.
When it Rains, it Pours
I left at 10:00 a.m. into stiff headwinds. The weather, threatening a downpour, had
me seriously looking for shelter. I came upon a communications tower which had a small
cinder-block building adjacent to it. I stood against the building's outer wall protected by
the overhanging roof. Curiosity got the better of me and I checked the door to see if it was
locked. It wasn't. I opened the door and noticed there was enough room for my bike to fit
in. Just as I wheeled the bike inside, the heavens opened up and all hell broke loose. The
downpourresembledawaterfallandthesoundoftherainonthecorrugatedmetalroofwas
deafening.Istayedwithsomecowardlyinsectsascompanionsinthebuildinguntiltherain
stopped.
Whenthestormsubsided,theairwasfreshandlightandmadethejourneytoDakar
pleasurable. I stopped in Kebemer to buy some foodstuffs from a stall. I started a con-
versation with a girl named Aida and asked if there was a hotel nearby. She informed me
there wasn't one. I then asked if there was a place in the village where I could set up my
tent and sleep. She told me to wait and went to ask her mother. Her mom returned and in-
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