Beach Hopping with Banke – Black Johnson to Bureh

So there we were back where we started.  Tired, hot, sweaty and scratched we were not at our best.  There was no time to dwell on the hour and half in the forest so we forged ahead back up the track to the road.

Once we reached the road we remembered how few vehicles use it.  We walked and walked holding our hands out in vain each time a car parked.  One taxi in particular sticks in my mind – 2 in the front seat, 4 in the back and 2 sitting in the boots with the boot lid over their knees.  Not enough time to pull the camera out I’m afraid.

The long road ahead

So on we trudged beginning to believe that we may have to walk all the way to Bureh where we had a room booked for the night.  Then a result!  We heard a car, turned around, put out our thumbs and crossed our other fingers.  What?  A pick up was coming straight for us.  Would it stop?  It did and sitting in the back were our friends Jo and Meghan.  What a co-incidence and boy were we happy to see them.  We happily crawled in the back of the pick up and enjoyed the views.

Clambering into our chariot

Happy sitting down

Resting our tired feet

Milan was our saviour and here we are with him and his friend Abdul at the beach. 

With our drivers

First things first we ordered lunch and then headed into the water – bliss.  Banke headed off for a surf lesson.  Me?  I had not energy for that so lay taking in the views and taking group photos to remember the day.

Banke and her board

Gorgeous

Sunset

 

I love this view

The girls enjoy the beach

 We had a hut booked at Levi's and we crawled to bed at 8.30pm after a great couple of days.