Since we returned to Gabon, I’ve been walking with a group of ladies. I know it doesn’t sound like much but in Port Gentil it is. We walk a long the ocean as it’s really the only place in town where there is a semi-sidewalk and the road is fully paved so we aren’t dodging cars. In 30+ degree heat, at the end of our 45 minutes, we’re drenched.
We often walk first thing in the morning in hopes to avoid the more intense heat later on in the day. A few weeks in, 3 stray dogs joined us on our walks. They were quite nice and didn’t bother us at all. They’d tag a long and when we reached the beach area they’d take off running and swimming and catch up to us again later. Then they disappeared. We walked for a week with no sign of them so we figured they’d moved to a different area of town.
One morning we walked our normal route and half way down the beach there pops up one of the dogs that used to walk with us. He ran over to join us and we laughed as we realized that that particular morning, he was in a pack of 9. All 9 came followed him.
So there we are, walking down the street with 9 dogs taking up half the road trying to walk alongside us. We passed a police checkstop and they started by congratulating us on our exercise (not normal to see a group of white women walking) and then laughed as they commented on our ‘friends.’ Taxis honked and other expat friends who happened to drive by killed themselves laughing at the site of us.
I sure hope that if they join us again in the future it’s back to the group of 3 as 9 is just way too many dogs!
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