It sounded like a rat at first. A cooking pot beside my bed scraped across the floor then a bottle of coke toppled over. It was 4am. I didn’t know this until the thief had gone. He shot out of the room and jumped off the 5 metre-high balcony before I’d barely thrown the mosquito net out of the way to pursue him. For a brief moment I watched this dark figure run through the sandy street below, my cries of “THIEF, THIEF” lost in the night.
The night thief March 1st, 2010
St Louis in pictures February 26th, 2010
I like places with history and St Louis has plenty of it. The French have been fond of the town for over three hundred years and still are. I rolled onto this time-warped island shortly after crossing the border with Mauritania and soon realised it was somewhere worth stopping for a few days.
If you’ve been following the twitter updates you’ll know my compact camera was stolen yesterday. It was visible in the mesh-pocket of my day-sack whilst I was out walking. A lesson quickly learnt. I still have my main SLR, the camera used to take the photos in the slide-show below, but the theft has certainly put a dampener on my impressions of the place. Time to move on south.