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The Ile Gorée festival.

That's us This Fab Trek

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Tuesday, November 15 2005

1 year, 3 months, 24 days

Ile Gorée, Dakar, Senegal

Navigation.

About.

Travel the world, as an independent photographer, imagine life.

Learn, understand, tolerate, enjoy, live - inhale different conceptions of life (all that TV [and the web] cannot give).

An Amazigh saying from the Moroccan Atlas: Those who rush are already dead. And Alain de Botton in The Art of Travel: Journeys are the midwives of thoughts. Take time and ponder - is from myself.

Land Rover Defender 6x6
Link to Foley

The prime vehicle is a cool 6-Wheeled Land Rover Defender, Foley's made, which needs a lot of caring attention. Some times we use other transport, however - with fuel prices up and shortages to come maybe we switch entirely, - some day.

The idea, adventure, project had been growing in my head for years. This feeling inside, the desire to leave and live a different life, it made it too easy to give up a job, give all other stuff away and hit the road. 22nd of June 2004.

In May 2005 I meet Hasna, Moroccan, she comes along! We are married, have two twin boys, Daniel and David. This Fab Trek continues. Photography and Journey, Story of Life Around the World.

I love Music, Art, Festivals and photography there off.

This is us.

Hasna, Manfred, Essaouira
Manfred in the desert of the Western Sahara
Hasna Essaouira
Hasna wedding Austria
Daniel left and David right
Daniel David, in Land Rover 6x6x, beach in Djembereng, Casamance, Senegal
Daniel and David on Bonnet of Land Rover 6x6x, on way to Casamance Senegal, eating Bananas.
Daniel and David with nanny Aisha, the best we ever had, black African Woman carrying white twin babies, in Bamako, Mali.

Land Rover 39,897km

Trekking 305km

Ferry 694km

Train 150km

Other cars 5,336km

The Journey
as it happens.

Fcontains Festival/Art photography.

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Stuck in a place/Early morning/I like these pics.

Hasna inside the Land Rover
Baby.
When, in'shalah, will we leave this place?

Map, Senegal
Map, Senegal.

14/Nov/05. The Landy would not move these days (as there is no U-joints for the prop-shafts). But it is still our home. We like our home. Especially with its mosquito net.

We hitch a ride to Dakar with Cristian, the good Swiss who has already helped us so much. And we are happy to be back in Dakar/happy to have escaped Zebrabar for a few days, where I tried hard for some 3 weeks to become a semi-professional mechanic.

And we are happy to be back for - Charwarmas at Alibaba's!

3 times a day.

- more then once.

Fast Food the way it should taste.

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Dakar/Ile Gorée - the jewel.

They call it the jewel/Don't go there. My - odd - view of things.

So Î don't expect much/did not even want to go there/some one made the experience I try to avoid/But eventually am bullied by Cristian and Hasna and Ruth to join the trip to Gorée.

The Gorée Diaspora Festival starts on Tuesday the 15th. We find out, "there is some carnival tonight" while on the ferry from Dakar to the Island of Gorée.

Well advertised the"carnival" is. And good it is that way (less tourists).

The weather is not too great. But clearly something is being cooked up here. And actually the Island has its charm, its colonial houses, its ...

its museum. Gorée in the 18th century was an important slave shipping port in West Africa. And interesting its history is.

Nearby ...

Young dancer who we would later see at the performance
Girls are ...
Young dancer who we would later see at the performance
... getting ready ...
Woman who we would later see at the performance
... to perform.

Eventually the thing gets going. And in good tradition speeches are being held/one by one the important people say their all so important things. Most talk rubbish of course/of course some not.

We turn away from the speeches, I sit down in a little cafe, the beer tastes good, a girl is trying to sell me necklaces. She has tried already earlier this afternoon. Still I am not expecting anything. But then - right next to where I have settled - via the small beach -

- the "Colours" and "Costumes" and "Dancers" are moving in, one group after the other.

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Colours

Colours moving in from the beach
Colours, moving in via the beach.
Colours moving in from the beach
Colours.

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Costumes.

Traditionally costrumed dancers
Costumes
Traditionally costrumed dancers
waiting
Traditionally costrumed dancers
to dance.

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Dancers.

Traditionally costrumed dancers
Dancers, the one to the right is a bit serious. watch film.
Traditionally costrumed dancers
The same group, passing me by.
Traditionally costrumed dancers
passing by...

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Band.

Drummers
Band of 6 drummers
Drummers
Front man of sorts.
Drummer
Front man.
Drummer getting excited
Band leader.

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Singer

Later, mingling in with the crowd I find the singer and his fellows. The one song they sing over and over, it is still on my mind now as I write this. But I never manage to find his name out.

Singer and his friends
The man has voice and his co-singers chant the refrain.
Singer and his friends
Animating, Exhilarating, Exciting, Amazing.
Dancers and Costumes, dancing
A big party.
Dancers and Costumes, dancing
does not
Dancers and Costumes, dancing
die down easily.

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Jazz

Late after dinner the Jazz act is on. Two bands make for a good program. My head feels a bit heavy from the rosé and red we have had. A groovy mood is about to take hold of me.

While I get my ears tuned for a long night of some great Jazz, Cristian reminds me that the last ferry is at 11. No one has told the ferry company to change their time tables for the time of the festival.

Man with hat and trumped
Man with hat and trumpet.
Man with hat and trumped
Man with hat and trumpet.
Singer and saxophone
Singer with saxophone.
Man with hat and trumped
Man with hat and trumpet.
Audience
Jazz audience is sparse. No one told the ferry company.

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Dakar/St.Louis

The festival in Gorée, we never managed to go back to the island and the act there.

I spend my time working on the page. .

The charwarmas (20 times a day/too often) begin to take their toll/make me sick.

Friday comes and we pick up the spares for the Land Rover from DHL and pay lots of money to customs. The DHL bill I have not seen yet. ("Angst")

Saturday we take the road/the beach via Lac Rose and Kayes to M'boro.

Boys and their horses on the beach
Boys and their horses.
ms, Hasna, and Cristian, and Cristian's Mitsubishi
The 3 and Cristian's Mitsubishi, the Atlantic ocean.
ms and van, on beach, sunset in glasses
ms, sunset in my eyes.
Rudi on his land in M'boro
Rudi: This is my land.

The photographer in the making
Photographer?
Hasna
Hasna Zebrabar.
Birds and tray
Birds Zebrabar. there is a film

In M'boro we are happy to meet Rudi again. A filmmaker, video/sound technician, a musician who made it in the 1970s from East Germany to the West. Rudi shows us round the land that he has bought.

"These are my palm trees, these are my baobabs". A little dream, put into reality. Rudi wants to find time for his head and follow up on the many ideas he has had for years.

Sunday we are back in Zebrabar/St.Louis.

We prepare/repair the Land Rover and hit the road on 24th of November, north, Cristian with us.

I think that I cannot stay in one place for too long a time without seriously feeling uneasy/unhappy/like in prison.

But Al-Hamdoulilah we are back on the road/beach for the Mauritania adventure. Stay tuned.

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