After this incredible ordeal yesterday, we were really in need of some down time to relax, recover, recharge and reorganise ourselves.
Although we literally fell into our beds already asleep last night, we were up again relatively early. I was sipping my early morning coffee with Victor and a British guest.
A little later after Victor had gone to town to buy fresh baguette and other groceries, we had a good late breakfast with all the other about ten guests again sharing stories and discussing the countries we live in or have lived in.

Afterwards, four British/Irish guests got ready with their Hilux to go camping further south.
Around lunchtime another British couple left with their converted former British forces Defender 130 ambulance. A very nice and thoughtful rig. With it, Steve and his wife went to town for groceries and later further south for some camping before going further inland.
An Australian couple in their 70s on their vintage Australian motorbike was camping in their tent here. There was also Vincent, a Chinese young man who bought a litte 100cc motorbike in Morocco and wants to go south with it. Where to he doesn’t know exactly yet. He travels with his cat that he adopted somewhere along his journey in Morocco.

All of a sudden three blokes showed up, very filthy and black as the night. They had just come of the famous iron ore train from the desert town of Zouerat. Before anything else they took a dive into the ocean to clean themselves. Afterwards they turned out to be white young Brits. Two left and one stayed who is a young geologist who works for a mining company in Odienne in northern Côte d’Ivoire.
Trevor was very interested in getting to know all details about the iron ore train, as he is still interested in doing it himself on his way back home. He says it is the one and only chance to do it. But he doesn’t want to do the full ride, just for a few hours, for example from the mine in Zouerat to Choum.
We all started with various things, cleaning up the car, going to town, writing diary and blog or just relaxing and snoozing in the hammock. All clocks had to be adjusted again to the West African time.
After a lovely chicken soup for dinner we sat around the table and started talking. The subject turned to rocks and we started to admire the special stone collection of Tish. The British geologist looked at every one piece and explained them to us. Very interesting to listen to him. I learned a bit about how certain parts of Africa and countries in West Africa, in particular, were formed and made them special.

Just as we were ready for tea and coffee after dinner, a French lady came in announcing their arrival with two RVs with side-by-sides on trailers. Victor got up to sort them out. They had apparently sent an email informing Victor that they, four people, also wanted to have dinner when they arrive. But dinner had been served and it was almost nine o’clock at night. There was no dinner left and the new arrivals demanded dinner. Victor and Tish offered various possibilities but nothing was good for them and they asked why we hadn’t left them anything.
Later the same French lady came in and asked for the wifi password. I explained to her that there is no wifi here. But in February there was, she replied. Tish told her politely, that the she doesn’t think that there was ever wifi here and she must be mistaken. A few not so nice sentences followed. What unreasonable guests!