Dunes Beach Kotu

... him he asks me 'where is your liver?' and I have to tell him 'I left it for beer'". Fair point I thought. I am endlessly impressed every time I go to a Gambian programme and see the sort of merriment and epileptic-style dancing I would normally associate with Freshers Week, and yet everyone is stone-cold sober. Where's the security of being able to deny everything/claim memory-loss afterwards? For most Gambians, the idea ...

... there. I hope we'll have time to go back once more, but time is really running low. In the end though, even if I never get to see Tungbun again, it makes me a little happier just knowing that a place like that exists, that such an enthusiastic, creative, eager man like Etu has been able to create such a remarkable reality in this small corner of a small country. Our group has had a lot of experience with the education system here in The Gambia. Though not a single one of us has any ...

... there. I hope we'll have time to go back once more, but time is really running low. In the end though, even if I never get to see Tungbun again, it makes me a little happier just knowing that a place like that exists, that such an enthusiastic, creative, eager man like Etu has been able to create such a remarkable reality in this small corner of a small country. Our group has had a lot of experience with the education system here in The Gambia. Though not a single one of us has any ...

... a student studying history and is soon to move to Dakar to continue his education. We chatted over beer about the world wars, their scale and effect on the population. Chicken noodle bread and gravy followed. Salt.. or maggi stock cubes are often used to enhance flavour. Lucky I don't mind my food salty! The campment called 'Motel Kent', was named in memory of his late wife and his time in Snodland, Kent. The lodgings were ...

... in order that he can stay awake to be able to produce my report. The policeman that relays this last bit of information does so with an utterly straight and solemn face which amuses me so much I willingly hand over the bribe. The next morning I return - no police report. That afternoon- same story. The following morning: ditto. This amusing little game goes on all week until I eventually lose my temper, get into a virulent loud argument with the station ...

... at me, saying, 'foolish girl, girls don't ride bikes!' Even accepting relativistic standards, I can't help cringing at some of the experiences of women here, and my own encounters with gender roles. And when the Gambian male laughs at stereotypes of women or jokes about their roles and rights, there seems to be so much behind it. But neither the Gambians or the Professor seemed very phased by remarks questioning the lecture, except for a small smile that crept ...

... smooth one, but as we took longer and walked further, bumsters started to latch on to us and bargaining got more frustrating. I was getting exhausted by shopping, the heat, but mostly what seems to be that same lack of basic humanity and respect -that I've already talked about so much - that surrounds many of the social interactions here when people are very directly trying to get something from you. (I still haven't gotten used to this yet. I think part of the problem may ...

... They observed my smug zealousness in anti-mosquito protection in my early days in The Gambia, slathering myself in so much repellent that I dripped a trail of poison behind me wherever I went. "It won't last" they cackled to themselves, "We can wait". And so they watched on as my enthusiasm for repellent dwindled first to "when it rains" to "when it's dark" to "when I remember to buy some". They gloated when I decided the advantages of sleeping under a mosquito net ...

... newborn baby clinging on to her and child following behind marched the pregnant mother out of her space. Before I realised this was going on I went up to the mother and offered her some peanuts and she slapped my arm and bared her teeth! Her fingrnails left a light scratch! I guess she was just a bit stressed and food would've been the last thing on her mind- that was my warning to back off. Still, I felt sorry for the pregnant one - she seemed to be on her own. And what's ...

... and in the evening they take it again. Once that is done, they cannot eat anything else the following morning. They may be hungry and thirsty but they have to bear it and that is why they need a doctor to monitor them. Once they have taken the medicine, they should not eat anything no matter what happens till the following day. Now with regards to asthma treatment, that is the easiest part. When they are coming for treatment in the morning, they should not eat ...