The last day. How can this already be the last day here? It’s surreal, how fast things go, yet how long ago it seems that we arrived here. Time flies when you’re having fun but doing all we did confuses me about days. I do more in a day, or rather did, as the last few days were all us doing nothing, than I normally do in a week, or more. It feels like I’ve been here for so much longer and also shorter than two weeks. It’s absurd.
Yesterday the boys came back from the hunt and had fixed us dinner. Enough fish to tip the fisherman, throw back the inedible ones and feed 24 hungry Dutchies. Some French fries and finished was our fish and chips dinner. Even tasted pretty good, the cook had done his magic once again. After dinner we had a campfire on the beach with drums and dance of course. On by one, as the evening fell, we started dancing along and quickly got seated down again after a minute. Later, as more and more went back, the boys, Henk or Piet, not sure how she called herself that day, and I stayed behind.
Some guys came and started talking to us and we found that talking back in Dutch only, was very amusing. We were offered drumming lessons but had no money; we were offered Bob Marley cigarettes but didn’t feel like it. This went on for a little while before heading back to the rest of the group. We chatted a little more as I felt my feet being attacked by mosquitos. Before going to sleep, I counted 7 new bites on my left foot alone. Note to self: don’t ever forget to spray.
I’m in the plane. Luckily a window seat but of course above the wings. Not that I’m going to be able to see much outside, I’ll hopefully be sleeping most of the time. Today was starting great, lots of sun and hot already. We had the rooms until 6pm so no hurry whatsoever. We sat at the pool and I read a book. It soon got very windy though and we repositioned ourselves under the roofs of the restaurant slash café. Chatting and reading until lunch. We ate some and then went to read again. Almost finished the fist book of the Song of Ice and Fire. Almost. A couple of hours later we found out we needed to pay extra because we had stayed in our rooms longer than 12am. Obviously, everyone was mad and refused to pay up. Not that we didn’t already decide to not pay for the airco we got running by ourselves, but that’s a minor detail.
Some fussing later they agreed on free stay until 3 o’clock which meant hastily packing everything in our rooms. So we packed and we went. Because of this we weren’t able to go swimming or anything anymore, not even change. In our evening clothes we waited. We waited and waited. We ate our last dinner here, with even a banana split. After two failed tries, I was glad they had decided to fix things and buy some bananas or whatever they didn’t have before. I was starting to feel like that rabbit with the carrot cake at the bakery a bit, being tempted to say “nah, I don’t like it anyway”. It was delicious though so well worth the wait. A bit of waiting again and there we went in the bus. We met and said our goodbyes to Assan and Baba, who had come for us to wave and laugh once again.
Then more waiting. Our boarding tickets had no given gate, plain number, time or even name on it. Just lots of blank bits and a seat number scribbled on one side. After a while everyone seemed to get up and move, so we joined. I’m fairly certain I’m waiting in the right plane right now. At least I’m in the right seat, that’s for sure. I’m satisfied enough for now. Just a tad bit more waiting and maybe then we’ll fly. Who knows? It’s not as if there’s been given a real exact time anyway. I didn’t even expect to still be in Gambia today so surprises everywhere. Cabin doors are closing now, see you back in Holland I suppose.