It is easy to pinpoint the exact moment when I realized West Africa was ready to shed its backpacker haven image and embrace a new kind of traveler. I was sitting on a beach at the mouth of the Saloum River, a smoky grilled oyster in one hand, glistening in its charred shell, a glass of muscadet in the other.
I was in the Sine Saloum Delta, a glorious melding of river, earth and sea just north of Senegal's border with the Gambia, where a handful of hotels have sprung up in the last five years, drawing a new set of travelers.
West Africa has for decades been the province of backpackers — the place to go for life-altering journeys filled with $2-a-night hotels, interminable, jouncing journeys in the back of bush taxis on rutted back roads and gorp for lunch and mystery meat stew for dinner. I made many such journeys myself as a high school student living in Ghana in the early 1990s. But the big-money tourists went east or south for the big game safaris and the luxury resorts on the Indian Ocean and the Cape.
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Err seriously Where is this plae pictured HER AS IN I SO WANNA GO THERE.
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