. The road is very long and there are many police and military checkpoints. All quiz us in various ways when stopped though most are extremely friendly and willing to communicate. Unfortunately a small minority want some money and try to find a fault that is fixable with a bribe.
It gets dark and we arrive in Georgetown. A local boy called Osmond latches onto us and acts as our guide. We find a great place to stay and have our vehicles parked inside the compound. As its still the wet season we get cheaper accommodation and only pay 200 dalasi for a double room with shower and toilet. Its much hotter inland and the mosquito’s are abundant and fierce.
Its off towards the east to the depths of Gambia’s Jungle. A 400km journey is ahead and we prepare for the worst. The road is tarmac for the first third of the journey. On the way we notice how remote some of these places are. Villages appear from nowhere and many school children in school uniform appear on the sides of the road, all walking back to their homes. Our foreign vehicles instantly attract the attention of many and we are greeted by lots of waving and enthusiastic shouts of “Toubab!” meaning “white man”. Soon enough we stop at the roadside into some thick vegetation to prepare something to eat. Its Chinese noodles we heat up with our camping gaz and as always Jay cant do without his English tea. Our presence is soon detected by a young lad and I give him a pen in exchange for taking a photo. Im amazed by the scenery on the way but soon this is disturbed by all the dust kicked up on the dirt track and we are thrashing the vehicles over dusty potholes. I try hard to avoid all the dust in vain