The Dunes Resort & Casino Kololi

... kommt aus dem Senegal und Chris aus *****ia, wobei ** auch schon laeng**e Zeit auf den Kapv**den v**bracht hat. Nix mit Gambia also. Ein and**es Beispiel ist mein Anwalt Bola, dessen Elt**n aus Si**ra Leone und Gambia stammen, ** selb** ab** in England geboren und teilweise aufgewachsen ist. Die Einwohn** Gambias sind also schon ziemlich rumgekommen. Meine Zeit laeuft ab, deshalb mach ich wied** Schluss. Auch wenns noch genug zu Schreiben gaebe. =) Brisko

... ganz klar Handys. Auch Gambia blieb von der Handyrevolution in Afrika vor ein paar Jahren nicht verschont, was aber einen ganz netten Nebeneffekt hat: Man hat hier selbst im Hinterletzten Eck noch vollen Empfang, und selbst Auslandstelefonate vom Festnetz aufs Handy hier gehen meistens einwandfrei. A propos Festnetz: Das hat hier fast keiner. Wenn ueberhaupt, dann Geschaefte und Unternehmen. Der simple Grund dafuer liegt darin, dass es einfacher ist, irgendwo einen ...

... nach wie vor noch nicht begonnen hat, war es dort ziemlich ruhig und so recht entspannend. Das kleine, abgesperrte Areal inmitten von typisch afrikanischen Slums beherbergt einen grossen "Teich", welcher nach der langen Regenzeit komplett mit Pflanzen zugewachsen ist. Deshalb konnte ich auch nur ein paar der ueber hundert Krokodile, die darin schwammen, sehen, aber schon diese waren einfach nur genial! Ein besonders ruhiges Exemplar konnte man sogar streicheln. Ein paar Meter ...

... ordentlich einen geblasen, od** ihm eine gute Summe Schmi**geld bezahlt. Ich tippe mal guten(?) Gewissens auf Letzt**es. In Barra angekommen folge dasselbe wie in Dakar: Viele "freundliche" Helf**. Auch hi** musste Asienne ein bisschen Bakshish blechen, um uns am Tor zur Faehre vorbeizubringen und fu** schlappe 20 Dalasis (70 Cent) gings ueb** die Muendung des Flusses Gambia in den Atlantik zur Hauptstadt Banjul. Auf d** Faehre **reichte ich mit mein** neuen gambianischen SIM-Karte ...

... show up to let us into the building until a little past 2pm. But perhaps this and organizing a day-long workshop for 30 kids in a foreign country would have been more stressful had we not adopted some of the "Gambia, no problem!" attitude over the past 3 months. It was fairly clear that something good would come out of the day, and we hardly knew what to expect anyway. And so we just let things happen. The day had our clear American mark on it; from our neatly designed brochure, to ...

... both the young and old. I was made cups of tea and chatted to the men who were a mix of students and mechanics. There was a break for prayers and I played with the children and ladies of the compound. The traffic fumes were terrible Day 05 Start: Sinbandi (10 from Tanaff) End: Kolda Km: 70 Waved goodbye to the folks on the compound and left a few presents with the elder. Carried on through Tanaff where I stopped for ...

... be bland. Dress is important here; it has religious significance (you will put on nicer, more traditional clothes on Fridays for the noon prayer at the mosque, when many people pour in for public prayer), and being appropriately and cleanly dressed is an assertion of the respectability that is key in a small society. Once dressed, if your parents are vendors, you may head to the market or their local shop. Otherwise there may be chores, usually divided on gender lines, for ...

... had only been replaced by the cement of our compound, and the impediment wasn't the speed with which we drove by, but the confusion about how we could/should int**act with Gambians, a bit of hesitancy given past mistakes, and gen**al indecision. But the g**ms had taken ov**, and I was stuck behind the cement walls a little long**, this time unable to even read or write or watch T.V. But starting today, I'm feeling much bett**, and though people in the compound are still getting ...

... them. There is no sense of learning about the society and taking time to try to give back (unless by giving coins to make a beggar go away), or of creating friendships. As a whole, it's everything that I've found most frustrating about my time in the Gambia. I'm glad I saw it, because it reinforced the exact approach I do not want to take. Also, it provided for a moment of pride and independence for me when, later that night, Shane, Rich, Bryan and I separated off from everyone one else to ...

... watches, books, pens, shoes etc.). After all, one man's junk is another man's treasure. I'm going back next year - I think it'd be interesting to compare my knowledge 1 year later. But also I've never been so chilled out in my life so of course it will be a joy to go back! Even for people that don't usually visit the same place twice, it's common for first-time visitors to The Gambia to return again and again. But for now, the coutdown is on to see if I've contracted malaria!