Me resting in a hammock in our hotel in Fajara just outside
Banjul after a long tiring day on the road. When we entered
The Gambia we abandoned our bus in favor of a smaller bush
taxi from the Gambian border to the ferry going to Banjul.
We seated an old but quite nice looking Ford
Midway to the ferry a loud bang roared the bus and my eyes
followed the side-door to my right flying out of the car
landing some five meters behind us. I cried of laughter even
louder than the noise the door get-a-way created, while
watching the driver mounting the door back on. I think my
reaction was due to the fact that that was really what I
somehow expected from visiting Africa - sorry folks!
The next day we strolled down the road to the British
Embassy and more important the Medical
Research Council of the UK, where Morten knew some of
the researchers there. The fact is that MRC has a small
field site in Caio in the north-western part of Guinau-Bissau
which is collaborating with the project in which Morten is
A view of our hotel, "Laybato", located in Fajara
just 5 seconds walk from the beach, nice palm trees and nice
chilly colas:-) The only downside we could find was the
strong presence of the sex industry The Gambia unfortunately
is well known for - especially middle age women buying sex
from young boys. So guys if your wife wants to go to The
Gambia with her female friends - then you already know the rest!
A few kilometers from our hotel a famous tourist attraction
named "The Crocodile Pool" could be found. As it
can be seen from the name it is a small pool which a huge
amount of crocodiles, actually we heard different figures,
but the highest we heard was 400 crocodiles;-) As one can
see from the picture they were very peaceful - we touched
and took snapshots of them from short distance.
This sign could be found by the road to the hotel. We did
not know whether it should be considered a joke, but at
least it can be called humor.
Hugh... after 60 kilometers of marching..?! No the truth is
that we took a taxi very early in the morning to the border
between The Gambia and Senegal. On the picture I do not
really know which country I was in since borders in West
Africa tend to be very chaotic - one actually has to have a
great wish of getting the right stamps, because it seems
like one could just walk ones way through the border, without
drawing any attention.
Yeah, what can be better than operating a Caterpillar
motor grader in Senegal? Whatever the answer is - it was
fact that the roads were quite good in Senegal and apparently
got new asphalt once in a while. The roads continued to be
of an okay quality while driving to the capital in Guinea-Bissau,
but this could not be said about all roads within Bissau!
A village we stopped by at after leaving Senegal because our
driver wanted to buy coal or rather peat from the locals. I
think our car got more than 150 kg's extra weight on after
this stop. So don't say that French cars only are made for
farmers who want to bring some eggs to the local