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| Saturday, June 9, 2001 |
| On Saturday, Go secured a car, and we all rode out to Pink Lake. The water in the lake is ten times saltier than the ocean. Near the lake is a Fulani village. The women of the village spearheaded the idea to organize a company that extracts, bags and sells the salt. |
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| We ate lunch at a restaurant on Pink Lake. There we met Abu, whose family owns much of the land and restaurant on the lake. |
| We rode through Pink Lake into what seemed like endless sand dunes. All at once, the sand dunes open unto the ocean. It was breathtaking. |
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