Today we went to a fishing village in Ngor, visited a school, met the principal, some kids and gave them some supplies. We also looked at some possible accommodations for us in the village. The nervewracking walking on sand and too-recent memory of lifting heavy bags did not incline me to even consider them (besides, we already had a place, didn't we? ) "I Try, Man" was buying a phone card at the village store when, suddenly, English erupted in my direction from behind the counter, "You are fine. You are very fine!" I attempted to demure and be appreciative in French. I think I said "Thank you, please." Eventually, tires were inflated and the reason we came to Ngor seemed to be on again: we were going to visit Pink Lake. We joined a tour
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