I had no time to write anything yesterday, or rather, had no time, energy and light at the few moments in the day. After breakfast we had gone to the bus and had our first stop at a local animal market. Again, one of the “biggest”. Difference was, this one was actually quite big. Lots of cows and goats, some chicks walking round the place too. And then there was water, we all saw it was good. Maybe in the bible it was the first day or second or third, I don’t know. All I know is we all bough about 10 1½ litre bottles of water to get through the next week. Per person that is. How it fit in the coaches, I still don’t know. Hop e it was worth it though, I can’t exactly see myself drinking two litres of plain water as addition to the drinks we already consume during breakfast, lunch etc. when at home I have to struggle down about 0.8 litres of anything. Dehydration is not a stranger to me though I hope this trip will go smoothly anyway.
After gathering one quarter of the ocean, we had a quick round through the market. And by quick I do mean quick. Nothing beats Gambian punctuality somehow. Probably only the guides’ but that’s okay too. Long long drive and a quick stop at a termite hill later, we arrived at the camp of a name I can’t remember, what a surprise that is. There were hammocks though for some, and the massive hut for the rest was reasonably cool. Just behind (or in front of) the village, there was a rather remarkable skeleton of a crocodile or something like it. Happens to be a Dutch woman who has been living here for about five years that likes this kind of front garden decoration. She has been doing a project with hard learning children and owning a little farm for food. In the road in front of her house, our driver somehow acquired some ninja skills and spotted a chameleon in the bushes. Some lovely pictures later we continued our trip to arrive at our final destination, Tendaba Camp. Here we were welcomed by round/square hut like buildings with some beds and what is apparently supposed to be a bathroom.
Our beds though, didn’t have any mosquito nets so we had to fix that. Evidently, everything would be or indeed was alright when we would get back from our bird viewing truck safari on a boat. How that slight misunderstanding about whether there would be water or land came to be in our day programme provided by the agencies, I don’t know. All the same, we saw some birds, heard what could have been two crocodiles or alligators or maybe just some massive crabs and lots of mangroves, river banks and of course, water. The guy responsible for carrying water from the boat back to the rest of the water luckily did a fine job or I fear we would have indeed sunk. Back at the pier close to the camp we reached a tree with about as much as 50 times more birds in a few seconds as we had seen the previous two hours. Nonetheless, it was quite enjoyable.
Back at the camp we enjoyed a beautiful sunset, searched endlessly for some ropes which happened to just lie top on in my suitcase all along, and got to eat in semi-darkness as the electricity was sparse and was only allowed on a few times to see what we could eat and then off again. This amused some people to screaming and running away from the moths or dragonflies or something. Pretty amusing for the rest of course. After eating much less than I previously thought I would and therefor had put on my plate, we had some delicious mango as dessert and then stayed and watched some insect waddle its way on the table, predicting who it would go to next and finding ourselves utterly bored and simple for doing so. As the thing got either bored or tired and lay down, we too went to bed. For me that is at least, an attempt to sleep in a sticky hot thing surrounded by a mosquito net only to wake up somewhere in the middle of the night and after that every hour or so until 6.30, after which I haven’t really slept and just waited for it to be time.
I somewhat showered, packed my suitcase and headed to the main hut to write this and wait for the rest to get breakfast. And there I am now, still. Sitting at a random table with my tea with milk and sugar and an empty plate where used to lie some bread and eggs. Yes, I’m instagramming my breakfast in words. I’m hipster like that. Being surrounded by talking people and chirping birds is a good way to slowly wake up though. Maybe in a few hours I won’t be as tired. Which brings me to the fact that I don’t have a camera today, great.
I need my camera, but let’s not hassle and leave my dad alone. Trying to remember what I did today is getting harder so looking back at my pictures is a must. First we had a walk to the local school, loads of cute kids with and without some light pink uniform. They positioned us in front of the class as some famous/important people or something and started singing songs and recited the alphabet etc. Imagine some twenty kids jumping up and down in a crowded filled circle with an occasional tourist flapping his or her arms in an attempt to mimic the Mandinka traditional flapping and something that looks like hard style jumping made cute.
After lots of pictures together both kids and us, and some balloon party like no other, we continued our way to Georgetown. Some market where of course Pringles must be bought and a quick tour through it to pass the time the busses need to refuel and on we go again.
Somewhere around 19:45
We had stopped several times to se some baboons and try and shoot some pictures of them. It was hard though, since they were fast and our utrazoomed in cameras were less so. A journey of about 3 or 4 hours, or at least I think it was, in a small touring bus along with 5 other kids or youthlings or whatever I should call us. Young people. Arrived at the camp we had some lunch and then wandered off to the river banks. There of course were lots of kids and we stood and watched as a few of the whites went along in the water. The more cautious rest of us decided to stay sort of dry. Dry is a very flexible term I have learned. As long as your clothes stick instead of simply soak, I will call it dry. To be revised back in Holland. Of course I decided to wander off a little –
– more to the shade. And that was the electricity shortage here. I kinda forgot what I wanted to say, I’ll continue tomorrow in the bus to Senegal.