Horse and Cart

We meander between the huts rooved with dried palm leaves and out towards the baobab and palm forest. The only sound is the gentle click-clack of the horse’s hooves on the sand. Yaw, the toddler, is – like me – more relaxed and comfortable in nature. We are companionably silent, transfixed by the landscape.

The human life here is as symbiotic as the ride itself. Pulaar tribespeople come to this area and use dung from the animals to fertilise the soils. In return, the Serer locals give them a sack of rice each month.

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