Travel Guide Palmarin

Arriving from Samba Dia, a beautiful asphalt road has replaced an old sandy track with potholes. It runs along the rônier forest, classified as a biosphere reserve, and sometimes a few solitary baobab trees rise majestically in the middle of the wet. And the light. Hard on the road, indirectly softer when it is reflected, nuanced, in the salinity. Overwhelming. You won't regret embarking for Palmarin. Strange feeling to be halfway between the river and the sea, on this anachronism, arm or tongue, which separates one water from another. A little before arriving in Palmarin, you are surprised by the appearance of the Atlantic Ocean on the right, towards the nearby Sangomar Point. Just before the village sign, on the left, during the season, women break in half to fetch the salt that will be used to preserve the fish from the bottom of the craziest coloured holes. Blood red, rusty orange, golden yellow are the tablecloths that cover their feet coated with shea butter. The work is hard, of course, but at least it allows them to live. Palmarin appears like an oasis in the middle of the desert. A final strip of land separates the lagoon from the sea for one last time. The first road that deviates from the road to Djifer is the right one. It leads to the beach. Superb, like the arrival of the fish. Palmarin stretches all along the roadside, and is divided into 5 villages: Diakhanor, Facao, Ngallou, Ngueth and Sessene, which is handy to get your bearings.