Because the man at the Mobil station was throwing large rocks at him...so he crossed over to the Shell station where the man shooed him on down the road. The poor cow was just hungry...trying to feed one of its 7 stomachs with the lucsious green leaves that were to be found no where else in the desert.

Cori and I sat at lunch today laughing really hard while watching this poor cow cross a very busy intersection twice, stopping all traffic...just looking for some food. Our question...who's cow was it and do they know where it is? Dakar is a funny place. Cows in busy intersections...its completely normal.