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Before it got dark each day, I would approach a village seeking permission from the one in charge to put up my tent. Each time, they insisted for me to stay in one of the homes and never did they tell me that I was not welcome and to move on. I stayed with my host and his siblings in this village in Senegal. After sharing a meal with his family, I slept in the home to the right. It was extremely cozy and quiet which makes a perfect combination to pass out instantly. |
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