Mid-life crisis in Senegal

Life has changed for me a lot in the last decade or two.

Once I was a flaming ball of tumbleweed careering through life’s Wild West; travelling, partying and surfing wherever and whenever I could. I had energy, light and life. I had hair.

These days I’m more of a small patch of fuzzy moss hugging a comfortable-looking rock. It hasn’t been a difficult transition, far from it. As most of the choices to get here have been exactly that: choices. But you can get too comfortable, sinking into that shabby-chic couch watching the Travel channel. You can convince yourself that you don’t need to visit new lands and new cultures or risk deep vein thrombosis flying to long-haul exotic destinations filled with danger and excitement. You can make do with your ‘à la carte’ vacation list: Christmas in suburbia chit-chatting with one side of the family, summer in the country playing petanque with the other. Maybe the odd trip to the Algarve? Drink some chilled vinho verde and catch a few small waves on a big foamy longboard?

And yet somehow I ended up standing in the middle of N’gor village just outside Dakar, surrounded by chaos, up to my knees in muddy water and holding nothing but a beaten up twin fin and a pair of man sandals…

The rest of the article can be read at Drift surfing:

Mid-Life Crisis in Senegal

The full gallery of pictures from the trip can be seen on my facebook page:

12 days in Senegal on the 'Isle de N'Gor' with no luggage and a pair of British bodyboarders. It was always going to end well…

Posted by Mark Crockett photography on Saturday, August 27, 2016


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