Djifere, Senegal. 2006.A fishing village on the very tip of a fast-eroding sand bar, close to the Gambian border. The beach was littered with shells.
Sharon and I had charted our own fishing boat. First we went to the mangroves, where our guides caught about six small fish and I saw a jackal running out of the water, then we motored out to a small, shifting sandbar island. They cooked the fish and made us strong black mint tea, which we drank sweet, in small glass cups.
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