Friday March, 1st. At 11:10 a.m. I saw my first crocodile. It lay on the sand at the water’s edge. Soon we see several others, among the shrubs on the bank, to the left. The Raïs is not inclined to bring us to shore, because of the bad reputation of “these surroundings” where there are many thieves. For an hour and a half we hunt the crocodile, in vain, as they glide and roll in the grass.