We arrive at Dakar airport at night and before collecting the luggage we had to wait a long hour to stamp a new stamp in the passport. The new destination was close although a long line of people with passports in hand separated us from it. Previously, Spanish citizens did not need to apply for a visa to travel to Senegal. However, things changed for a few months and with the homework we made the procedure and the photo of rigor and we finally went to the area of tapes to collect luggage.
The suitcases of the flight Madrid - Dakar with Iberia were leaving all little by little except mine. I started to get nervous and started to walk along the tape. On one of my walks I suddenly found my suitcase suspiciously separated behind a column next to a couple of gentlemen who only needed to whistle ... We barely crossed a couple of words in French, the few that I know, and we crossed the doors of the Airport to finally set foot in Senegal, my first African country with the exception of the North Cornice of the Maghreb and Egypt.
Boats provided in front of the lake waiting to leave in search of salt
Our first excursion held an intense day touring Lake Rosa, locally known as the lake Retba, and famous among motor sport lovers for being the final stage of the classic rally Paris - Dakar. As many already know, the rally now circulates in South American lands. For security reasons, especially in Mauritanian territory, they put an end to one of the most famous motor routes on the planet and its withdrawal has had a notable and visible impact in this area whose economy came to depend heavily on the rally and all that it brought with it.
The arid profile around Lake Rosa