The day starts slowly because apparently there is less bread for sale after sunrise during Ramadan. After consultation they decide that there is another shop, and after an hour there is a baguette. Picked up by bike, there is quite a lot of cycling.

We go to a birdhouse that is made at Brufut Woods, according to the principle of free water for the birds, and tickets and drinks for the people. A good initiative actually. Unfortunately I have to go back quite soon because my intestines are out of whack again. I think that is a disadvantage of this country. The whole trip is difficult.

To help the 4 men who take care of me at the lodge, one of them is going to wash my clothes tomorrow. After all, it is difficult to earn something during Ramadan, you would help me a lot. It is difficult for the residents when those white people come by. For them, and also for me it is hard to feel guilty all the time.