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Out of all the countries in this world, how the hell did you chose Gambia to visit??? Well… let me tell you the story. My first reaction, trusting her choices, were: I am in! Is it safe? Is it worth it? Yes, yes, stupid me. I will try to keep it close to the truth including the completely true stories of : chased by alligators, chased by crabs, almost killed by an exploding tire, and barely escaping border patrol with guns and bombs. Too many things happened in 3 weeks, so you can read Senegal stories here. As usual, boring details first : We flew Barcelona-Banjul-Barcelona with Vueling Airlines , cost around euros 24 december January , and to Barcelona we either took Tarom or Wizzair, couple of days difference, so we had time to see a bit of Barcelona as well another time and post for those stories. All tickets were bought 3 months in advance. During the 3 weeks we moved around using only road transportation. For Gambia we did not require any visa at arrival, but things got complicated afterwards, and for Senegal, will explain later funny stories. All I can say is: check 10 times visa requirements before visiting a country, and make sure you have a printout of those explanations, and a consulate number to contact, and cash, any type of cash is always good. We only had a Lonely Planet guide, sometimes internet, but mostly feedback from people we met locally, planning one day after another, but no more than 48 hours plans :. We spent around euro in total, including the initial flights. After spending a couple of days in Barcelona, we flew to Banjul and arrived after midnight, in a crowded airport. Pretty easy passport check, and we meet our driver Martin, who takes us at Sukuta camping ,in Serekunda , our accommodation pre-booked for the first 2 nights, until we get comfortable with the new environment and decide where to go next. Our first morning in Gambia! After an hour of walking we finally reached the ocean we probably took the longest road possible , a golden beach and one or 2 rustic terraces, perfect place to be lazy on a Christmas day. The boys made new friends, a local guy called Doggie, who told us a bit about Gambia and Senegal, and we drafted a plan for the next days in Gambia. It went perfect with fresh fish, just caught, and chips, on the beach. In the evening we decide to go back to the camping, this time taking another road, a bit shorter, but very very dangerous!! Serekunda has no street lights, so it was pretty exciting to find the camping in complete darkness, while local kids were following up. We woke up early in the morning, our transport to Lamin Lodge was waiting for us. We had a nice breakfast at Lamin: omelet, homemade butter and honey, homemade bread tapalapa , doughnuts and coffee with milk. Very important tip: do not put sugar AND milk in the coffee, the milk is condensed and sweetened. Then we took the boat for a couple of hours ride, hoping to see some nice birds and animals. Nevertheless, the ride was great and relaxing, the mangroves are really weirdly plants, nice to look at haha. For lunch we came back to Lamin, where we had rice, pasta, fish and multiple amazing sauces. We ate like it was our last lunch, the food was amazing. We woke up early, and after a quick breakfast, we said goodbye to Claudia and Joe, took our backpacks and went to the main street to find taxis to take us to Sukuta Police station, where we knew the bus station is dalasi. Our first contact with an African bus station was traumatizing and scary, because there were lots of people, everyone screaming and wanting us to pick their transport. They were really persistent, especially when they heard we want to travel to Georgetown , or Janjanbureh , local name. We finally find a guy willing to take us for dalasi per person around 7 euros , just us in the bus. Well, bus is a big word for the type of transport you can find in Gambia… But I will let the pictures speak for themselves. The drive took around 7 hours, with one stop for lunch, worth mentioning: a place called Soma , on the side of the road, a local restaurant. Since it was the place recommended by our driver he ate with us , and we were starving, we ate there with the exception of 2 of us who decided to go to a local shot and buy chips and Coke, and live with that. We reached Janjanbureh in the afternoon. Looking through our Lonely Planet guide, we find 2 accommodations, one preffered by the boys right near the ferry , because they had cheap beer, and one preferred by the girls, on the other side of the river. We end up at Janjanbureh camp , after walking around 2km through forest, snakes, weird bird sounds and who knows what other animals, and it was the best decision made so far! The place is great, on the shore of Gambia river, welcoming people, small cabins made of mud and straws, with no lights just candles , no hot water, and some monkeys, which initially are nice and fun, but after a couple of minutes they transform is burglars, and steal an apple out of one of our backpacks! We decide to stay here 2 nights, pick and pay our rooms, then head to dinner breakfast and dinner included pasta, rice, beef, sweet potatoes and of course Sonia. We wake up early, we slept pretty well, and no animals invaded our bed, or my hair, so all good! The owner of the lodge proposed us to go on a boat trip, with a guide, Amandu, to see hippopotamus and crocodiles. After a couple of hours on the boat, we only saw one far away crocodile and some birds. At Wassu , we went off the boat, wanting to see the Stone Circles , We decided to walk till there, we were warned by the Americans not to do it, but noooo, did the Romanians listen? After 20 minutes we were almost dead of thirst and heat. Amandu kindly offers to run to the village and buy some water. After hours and hours as it seemed , we reached the monuments, but since most of us were almost dead, only 2 of us managed to get it and take some pictures, the rest of us were satisfied with seeing them from the distance. Best dalasi spent in our lives! We arrive too late at the boats, they all left, so we had to find a bus to take us to our lodge. There, terror: 2 busses filled with tourists just went in, so it was really busy and hectic. Our last night in Janjanbureh camp ended without any sleeping problems again. We have a long lazy breakfast, while we decide to leave, even though the owner Anne proposed to stay one more night and she would give us a free boat and guide to go again in search of hippopotamus and crocodiles. But we decide to leave for Senegal, and go to Tambacounda and see the national park of Niokolo Koba. We take a ghele-ghele bus for Basse with dalasi per person, then we negotiate another one for dalasi to Tambacounda. The roads were not actually roads, more like off-road adventures. We sometimes wondered if the driver is awake, or sleeping and playing need4speed in his dreams. We wanted to cross the border in Manda. Being Romanians, we try to bribe the officer, but he nicely says even if he let us pass, there are road checks every couple of km going forward, and you cannot pass without the stamp visa on your passport. We need to go back to Banjul!! And get the visa there from the embassy. Couple of hours and one tire blowout later, we reach Basse in the middle of the night. They guy whom we spoke on the phone comes to pick us up, but surprise! We are tired, upset, hungry, and we start to become paranoid because we are taken to unknown places in the middle of the night. This is probably the only moment in Africa when we panicked a bit. At that moment we would have paid anything just to be over and sleep. Just perfect. We pay dalasi per room and get ready to take a shower and eat something really fast they opened the kitchen for us. Surprise again! Oh God! Can this day get any worse? We have no water in the rooms, so we have to wash in a bucket! Did you think the night was over? Oh no! We discovered they did not sell any alcohol or cigarettes it seems it was a religious hotel , so the guys have to go in town to guy some. When they come back, the last bad thing, and the worst that could have happened, happened: W. That was the moment when we realized we are surrounded by nice and helpful people, and that description will fit to all Gambians we met throughout our trip: everyone jumped to help, someone drove W. We eventually found the backpack in the van, nobody touched it, and everything was there. Phewww… What a day … At 2. We woke up at 6 AM, discovering our bed clothing were red remember the water bucket shower, not that effective! The hotel guys were nice enough to prepare us some breakfast sandwiches for the road, and we started our journey for Banjul. We were expecting a h hard drive, but we forgot our speedy Gonzales driver. We arrived earlier. On our way we started to search for accommodation near the embassy, and found one in Fajara. Since no one was answering the phone, we just went there. Good luck: they had 4 rooms left, just for us, and the location was amazing: right on the beach, great small individual huts, a nice restaurant and a perfect vibe. Perfect Leybato Hotel, the best accommodation we had during our entire trip. Beer, rum, light dinner, some swimming, a nice sunset, and we are off to bed. How would you like to spend it? Well, we spent it at the Senegalese embassy, applying for visa. Take pictures, fill in the documents, pay, then wait for a couple of hours until they are ready. Just perfect! Happy New Year! Around 12 we managed to leave the hotel for the bus station, and start negotiations again. We want to get to Ziguinchor, then Cap Skirring,Casamance. We stayed in Senegal until 7 th of January, the whole adventure and opinions will be posted here. It seems we are really cursed with borders and visas this trip. So we eventually manage to get from Dakar to the Gambian Border Karang , near Banjul, on the other side of the river, and guess what? We are not allowed to enter because we need a visa!! Turn by turn 3 people enter to discuss, and here is the problem: if you are flying with a specific airline, you are automatically considered a tourist, and no visa is required to stay. But if you want to enter by foot in Gambia, Romanians need to have a pre-approval letter and pay for a visa. We initially thought they are trying to fool us, but we called the Romanian embassy in Senegal and they told us to listen, because they change the rules often. They eventually agree that, if we pay the visa, they forget about the pre-approval paper. Feeling like winners, we get onto the crowded ferry and find a place to put our backpacks, and we wait… And we wait… We spend some time watching some men working hard to carry materials to some pirogues huge canoes for transport. After an hour we realize the ferry becomes emptier and emptier and everyone goes to the pirogues. We finally find a ferry-worker who says there are small chances the ferry to leave tonight, because it is broken. So … irony… we need to get to the pirogues where those men were working and we stared at them all that time. A bit of a panic, but lots of respect for those men, carrying us with our backpacks, to the boats and throwing us on board. Of course they ask for money for the service, 5 dalasi per person. After an hour we got on the other side, and panic again, we had to be carried to the shore, by jumping on the backs of men. After a quick count in the craziness, we are still 8, we get 2 cabs and straight to Leybato, where, lucky again, we find 4 rooms free, and we go straight to bed. We all started the day with only one thought: relax on the beach and move as little as possible with the exception of W. So we spend the entire day on the beach, drinking rum cola, and telling stories. We spent some time to hunt those crabs down until we got tired. After that we went to Abuko nature reserve , where we wanted to see crocodiles, snakes, monkeys and other animals. We get back to Leybato during the evening, and spend rest of the night like lazy turtles at the bar. We woke up early in the morning, very important day: today we are definitely seeing crocodiles. We will go to the Crocodile Pool in Banjul! We split into 3 groups, but we eventually go in the same places, different times : we start with the crocodile pool, where we finally see lots of crocodiles, unfortunately all sleeping, or drugged, we got to touch a few and take some nice selfies J ; we also went to the Serekunda Market , pretty crazy place, very crowded, but worth seeing once. You could find anything to buy: from clothes, shoes, accessories, fruits, raw meat… You get the picture. As you know already how the roads are in Gambia, we had 3 exploding tires, and one scooter completely breaking, so one group eventually ended up coming back with a taxi, and leaving one of the scooters in a mechanic shop we think , with 6 men trying to fix it and eventually breaking it into pieces J We told the owner to come and get it himself, since it broke. Last day in Gambia. With the exception of W. What can go wrong right? Our flight leaves at 12 AM, so we spend the entire day zipping cocktails and sunbathing. We have our last nice dinner at Leybato, then we leave for the airport. On top of this, A. After a 4h flight, when no-one could sleep, we reached Barcelona: electricity, pharmacy, civilization. More pictures can be found on Facebook here. So… Did I like Gambia? It is not easy to travel from one place to another, the cars are old, and the roads are really bad. They negotiate everything. I never felt cheated and I rarely felt unsafe, mostly because of my limited thinking and cultural differences, and not because the people were dangerous. Go to Gambia for the nature and the animals, for the rural way of living, with no electricity or hot water, or internet, or phone coverage. Who knew we would be spending so many nice nights at Leybato? Or ended up eating one of the best foods in the middle of nowhere, on the side of the road. See the entire country from west to east. And when you come back, be thankful for all the things you have and makes your life easier, but you take for granted. And also realize that most of the things you have you over-appreciate, you can live as good without constant internet connection or phone, just the 2 simple examples. You learn again to spend time with the people around you and really connect. Search for:. Just GO! Share this: Twitter Facebook. Like Loading Comment Reblog Subscribe Subscribed. Sign me up. Already have a WordPress. Log in now. Loading Comments Email Required Name Required Website. Design a site like this with WordPress.

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During the holiday season the power of connections proved to be a delight for me. Through a mutual friend I had gained the contact of Iwan and Anne Sophie, living in Dakar with their two sons. I contact Ivan explaining what my trip looks like and that me and Stef will arrive in Dakar next week. If he has any tips for sleeping or activities, they are most welcome. In his first message he invited me to stay over in their appartment while they are on family holiday in Cap Skirring! Top notch hospitality to open up your home to strangers while not being there in the first place, I can not thank Anne Sophie and Iwan enough. It was really relaxing to spend a few days at one place and especially in their nicely decorated appartment. You do start to appreciate the feel of a nice bed and sitting on a European quality couch after a few months. The feel of Dakar was something else. It was the first more western bubble that I encountered in West Africa. The local mall is an exact copy of an American mall and comes with bowling alley and food court. The visitors are easily identified as the well to do Senegalese and westerners, either expats or tourists. The local cola branch World Coke even has its own red truck Santa commercial. The Senegalese at least in and around Dakar are very into sports. Along the coastline there are long stretches of outdoor sports equipment and they are often used. People come to the beach to work out, alone or in large groups. Unfortunately, the season of the harmattan had started sandy winds blowing in from the Sahara , which made its presence felt. The air was really bad for two days and quickly scrutinized our intention to go running. I already talked about stepping across boundaries while travelling in Africa. I was about to take another one. Since two weeks after my start I had trouble with a molar, pressure pain while chewing and very sensitive to cold and heat. Complaints stayed vague and fluctuated. On the day that Stef arrived, we had breakfast together and then I left for the Netherlands to see if it could get fixed. Although everyone flight crew, several dentists and friends went out of their way to make arrangements for me to be back on a flight to Dakhla three days later, the source was not to be found. I stocked up on pain killers just in case and started off in to Mauritania. In Dakar would likely be my last chance to get access to a good dentist before moving further into the more remote parts of West Africa. The first two dentists that were recommended were both full until their Christmas leave. I override the tendency to say better luck next time and feel the door. It opens and I am in a waiting room with two other people. The assistant says to take a seat and the dentist will be right with you. Twenty minutes later I am in his chair explaining the situation and the history of this inconvenience, while using Google translate since my dental French is not up to speed. My chair being not the only one in the room. There is actually another one with a patient jn it, seperated by a low board. After a few quick tests Dr Wazni, a young guy with a calming voice and clear eyes, I think with origins in the Middle East Lebanon? The hole that was filled up recently was so deep that although it was nicely done, the tooth filling pushes on the nerve, causing the sensitivity and pain. And now what I ask? Well, I can drill that thing out right now, treat the nerves in preparation for a root channel treatment next week. It will hurt, but you can handle it. Being put on the spot I decide that there is no use in postponing any longer, and I take the not using of rubber gloves for granted. In the upcoming two weeks I return two times to finish the actual root canal treatment. All in all Dr. Wazni seemed never to be in doubt and know his stuff. On time of posting I have started some antibiotics though, since likely not all the bacteria have died and my jaw is bothering me again. On Friday the 22nd l, Stef and I are in our way to Saly, a city just in the southern bend of the Dakar peninsula. From here it easier to get to and from the airport. Stef will leave on the 23rd and my brother Thomas will come in on the 28th. Saly is one of the most popular beach holiday locations in west Africa. A lot of French tourists are visiting during the holidays, staying in the resorts at the beach. That beach is beautiful white sand, with palm trees and a very calm surf. I take my time to swim in the morning when the surf is so calm that the water is like a mirror. Besides beach tourism, there are Europeans coming towards the area to find local love, a paid version of love or something that works for bot parties. I was shocked haha however by getting offered to buy a taser mid-day, just off the beach. Luckily salvation came in advance. While riding towards Saly that Friday, I receive a text from Thomas, inviting me over for a Christmas dinner in Dakar. He is Dutch and has been living in Dakar with his family for five years now. Apparently, my brother Thomas had gone for a drink with a friend in Amsterdam that Thursday, and through a few mutual connections, my story had landed with the other Thomas in Dakar the next day. I gladly accept and make arrangements to take public transport back towards Dakar for Christmas Eve. You have scooters that drive around in the city and they can take you anywhere in the smaller streets, usually for a coin of some sort, depending on the length. On the smaller roads, the cars in the worst condition I mean really terrible. Old small peugeots with the steering wheel upside down and four different sizes of wheels, doors that are barely closing. They are definitely making the most use out of resources, something that the West can learn from are driving up and down continiously between for instance Saly centre and the Route National 1 towards Dakar. Costs are also a handout. When at the crossing on the RN1, I just bunched up on the right side of the road, next to the other people waiting. Every now and then a bus of all shapes and sizes slows down with a few youngsters hanging out the window of open door, yelling where they are going to. If that is your destination, you give him a sign and he signals the driver by banging on the metal. The bus barely stops, you agree on a price and you get in. Comfort might be a bit less due to heat and too many people, but I liked it nonetheless. You can also get a shared taxi. There are some hustlers gathering people around for the same direction. A driver pays him a fee and he takes the four of you in his car to where you want to go. From getting of the bus I took a new regional train into Dakar city itself. It is an exact copy of a Dutch sprinter, cheap, clean and well organized. In two years this train will connect the airport to the city. Stef and I tried to bluf our way into the train with our bicycles to avoid Dakar traffic coming off the peninsula, but that was a bit too exciting for the train staff. Maybe also in two years. They are friends for a few years through their shared lives and loves for Dakar. A Dutch west Africa journalist, a professional diver and a Belgian diplomat and his family make guarantee for a night with a lot of interesting stories. Nur, a gynecologist from Tunisia working in the Dakar hospital, tells an especially gripping story about her encounters with various levels of female genital mutilation in the region. They are unaware and often have no chance to be aware of the consequences that it might have in later life during sex or at childbirth. The food is present in abundance and delicious. I stay with Thomas for a few extra days and we have a lot of interesting conversations on living and doing business in Africa. Special thanks to Thomas to inviting me into his home and life. The amount of birds that are identified go up by factor 10 when he is cycling with me. We pass a small fishing island, Joal Fadouth, mad accessible by two bridges. The island consists entirely of discarded shells, calcified into a landmass. On the next island is the community cemetery, shared by Christians and Muslims alike. The flowers, baobabs and view of the mangroves make this a particular beautiful last resting place. From Dagnane we take a pirogue to Toubakouta. In this way we get to see the nature of the Sine Saloum mangrove delta and we skip a rather bad part of the RN1, loaded with trucks going for Mali. It take about 5 hours and is a pleasant journey, done by a friendly local with a big smile, Birra. He points to a set of humpback dolphins to our right in the water, graciously making their way through the delta. In Toubakouta we have lunch of fish and rice at a local place. We have a nice chat with an Italian couple that have just arrived in Senegal before we set off for the Gambian border. We cross the border without to much hassle. On the Gambian North Bank the people, are extremely friendly and more approachable due to the English language. Due to a late flat tire we find a campsite when dark is falling, make dinner and sleep immediately after. The next morning we ride the last few kilometres towards the ferry crossing the Gambia. We are not alone. Several cars, trucks, motorcycles are making their way to the entrance. All the infrastructure to create an organized inflow of passengers is present, but not used, creating quite a chaotic scene. The amount of people that come of the ferry is astounding to me, and the number boarding the ferry with us is definitely exceeding the maximum loading capacity displayed on the ship. We are standing on the first row as we cross the Gambia river and feel a lot of prying eyes on us, but all in good spirits. Passing through Banjul we end up in the most touristic area of the Gambia, known as Senegambia. We go out for dinner and move into by going to bed at hours. Since the distances are limited, we are moving between countries pretty quickly. More to follow soon. Weer een prachtig verslag Stijn! Wat fijn dat je ook van die onverwachte invitaties tegenkomt , toch een beetje kerstgevoel kunnen ervaren. Geweldig Stijn wij volgen het met plezier en belangstelling super en soms ook heel herkenbaar na onze 2 jaar oost Afrika! Ook veel lieve groeten aan Thomas geniet van jullie prachtige ervaring dank dat wij dat zo mogen mee beleven liefs Mayke en Jan. Your email address will not be published. Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Dakar holidays January 7, January 7, January 9, Gelukkig nieuwjaar Stijn en Thomas! Leuk om je verhalen te lezen, wat een avontuur. Mayke molkenboer. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published.

Buying coke Cap Skirring