Tuesday, September 15, 2009

SENEGAL & GAMBIAN EXPERIENCE - Journal no. 5


Problems in The Gambia - Journal no. 5

8th September to 15th September 2009

 

Katherine flies home

Hi again to all, I hope that this E-mail finds you all well. This has been, I have to confess, a challenging period plagued with problems.
It all started well with Katherine flying back to the UK on the 8th September, landing safely and immersing herself in an established routine back in London. At the same time enrolling at the S.O.A.S. (School for Oriental and African Studies) University, sorting out accommodation and a bank loan for living expenses, etc.

City of Banjul flooded

Deanne and I in the meantime, headed to Banjul courtesy of Alagi our driver, adviser and friend to sort out collection of the charitable items that were due to arrive that day.
Those that aren’t aware, Deanne encouraged people in the UK to donate clothes and shoes no longer used for the people of Ndongane. To be delivered, boxed and dispatched by me, at my expense, to Banjul the nearest port to the Casamance region and supposedly scheduled to arrive on the 8th September.


Images of The Gambia
The conditions in the central city area were absolutely atrocious. Most of Banjul was severally flooded with more heavy rainfall due that day. Nonetheless, we made our way to the dock to meet a shipping agent and friend of Alagi's, Osman and eventual to Customs House.
By now it had started to rain heavily, clearly making a bad situation worse. Indeed it was fortunate that we were riding around in a 4 x 4 as we sat comparatively high off the ground allowing us to negotiate the flooded streets without too much of a problem, apart from the obvious bow wave following in our wake.
Fortunately Customs House is slightly elevated, as are the shops on either side of the street, probably deliberate. We would have to, however, wade through eighteen inches plus of water first to get across the road to the entrance.
After a short meeting and discussion with the officials, it was ascertained that we needed a 'Bill of Laden' to assist in the search for the items and decided to re-convene the following day.
Alagi kindly dropped us off at the local YMCA in Kanifeng where we were given two spacious rooms, although that was the only redeeming feature. Our intention, print off the Bill of Laden and meet up the following morning.
Heavy rainfall overnight!
It continued to rain throughout the night. The following morning Alagi arrived as agreed at 9.30 a.m. Deanne and I by then had determined that we had had enough of the YMCA for all sorts of reasons and decided it was time to move on to alternate lodgings.
It's raining again, oh no its rainy again
Deanne opted for a more frugal solution sharing with a mutual friend, Tamsir, in his small one-room house out towards Manjal Kunda (not far from Serukunda). I, on the other hand, decided to stay at a guesthouse in the Fajara area, close to the beach. At £10 per night, not bad I thought!
Wasted morning in Banjul
All sorted we drove to Customs House to be confronted by far worse conditions than the previous day.
Overnight rain had caused severe flooding to most streets in and around central Banjul, with raw sewage seeping up through the drains compounding the problem. Amazingly enough, business continued unabated.
After several hours talking to port officials we determined that we were no further ahead and abandoned the search for another day.
It would later materialize that the ship hadn't docked and wouldn't until the 23rd September.
Dengue Fever or is it Malaria?
Thursday Deanne started to feel very ill; with a headache, fever, a feeling of tiredness and muscle pains, similar to that of influenza. As far as we could ascertain the symptoms seemed like those of Dengue Fever, not Malaria. Both are brought about in a similar fashion by a bite from and infected mosquito, although the outcome is potentially more severe with the latter, sometimes fatal. N.B. Falciparum Malaria can cause death if diagnosed to late or left untreated.
Friday day time and in particular the evening things took a turn for the worse. Deanne had developed abdominal pains, diarrhea, coughing, vomiting, severe fluid loss, fever and a very high temperature.
What is Malaria and Dengue Fever?
Malaria is a mosquito-borne infectious disease of humans and other animals caused by eukaryotic protists of the genus Plasmodium. The disease results from the multiplication of Plasmodium parasites within red blood cells, causing symptoms that typically include fever and headache, in severe cases progressing to coma or death. It is widespread in tropical and subtropical regions, including much of Sub-Saharan Africa, Asia, and the Americas.
There are five species of Plasmodium Falciparum, the more severe, Vivax, Ovale, Malariae and Knowlesi that causes malaria in macaques as well.
There is no vaccines offering a high level of protection currently available although there are a number of preventatives for travellers to malaria-endemic countries (prophylaxis). Severe malaria is treated with intravenous or intramuscular quinine or, since the mid-2000s, the artemisinin derivative artesunate, which is superior to quinine.
There were an estimated 225 million cases of malaria worldwide in 2009 and an estimated 655,000 people died, accounting for 2.23% of deaths worldwide.
Symptoms of malaria include fever, shivering, arthralgia (joint pain), vomiting, anemia (caused by hemolysis), jaundice, hemoglobinuria, retinal damage, and convulsions. The classic symptom of malaria is cyclical occurrence of sudden coldness followed by rigor and then fever and sweating lasting four to six hours.
Severe malaria is almost exclusively caused by Plasmodium falciparum, and usually arises 6–14 days after infection. Consequences of severe malaria include coma and death if untreated.
Dengue Fever is transmitted by several species of mosquito within the genus Aedes. The virus has four different types; infection with one type usually gives lifelong immunity to that type, but only short-term immunity to the others. Subsequent infection with a different type increases the risk of severe complications. As there is no vaccine prevention is sought by reducing the habitat, the number of mosquitoes and limiting exposure to bites.
The characteristic symptoms of dengue are sudden-onset fever, headache (typically located behind the eyes), muscle and joint pains, and a rash. The alternative name for dengue, "break-bone fever", comes from the associated muscle and joint pains. The course of infection is divided into three phases: febrile, critical, and recovery.
Typically, people infected with dengue virus are asymptomatic (80%) or only have mild symptoms such as an uncomplicated fever. Others have more severe illness (5%), and in a small proportion it is life threatening. The incubation period (time between exposure and onset of symptoms) ranges from 3–14 days, but most often it is 4–7 days. Therefore, travellers returning from endemic areas are unlikely to have dengue if fever or other symptoms start more than 14 days after arriving home.  Children often experience symptoms similar to those of the common cold and gastro-enteritis (vomiting and diarrhea), and generally have less severe symptoms than adults, but are more susceptible to the severe complications.
Deanne has Malaria
Just to put things into perspective Deanne's was staying in a room no larger than a small double bedroom, no lounge, kitchen or bathroom with the shower and WC housed away from the main building across a courtyard, with Tamsir, friend of hers from the village of Ndongane, about 7 kilometers from Fajara and my guest house.
The following morning Deanne recounted events from the previous evening along with her developing symptoms. It was clear that she had contracted Malaria.
We needed to get her to a clinic and diagnose the strain so I made my way to her with the intention of taking D to hospital.
She had the good sense to start herself on an emergency three-tablet course of anti-malaria tablets that she’d brought with her. It’s a strong course of Mefloquine or Lariam, supposed to reduce the effects of the symptoms; one tablet taken at the same time each day over a three-day period.
We managed to get her in her very weakened state to a nearby Muslim clinic, with the help of Tamsir's nephew. They confirmed our diagnosis, although once on medication the only thing to do is rest and take lots of fluid on board.
History of the Gambia
The first written account for the region came from records written by Arab traders dating back to the 9th and 10th centuries AD.
In medieval times the Trans-Saharan Trade dominated the area. With the reign of the Mali Empire, most renowned for the Mandinka ruler Mansa Kankan Musa, bringing worldwide recognition to the region due to its enormous wealth, scholarship, and civility.
The Songhai Empire controlled the area subsequently up until the 16th century. As time went on the area began to suffer from continuous Moroccan and Portuguese invasion and looting, until the Songhai Empire finally collapsed with the conquerors Portugal claiming ownership.

In 1588, the claimant to the Portuguese throne, Antonio, Prior of Crato, sold exclusive trade rights to ‘The Gambia River’ to English merchants; this grant was confirmed by letters patent from Queen Elizabeth I.
In 1618, King James I granted a charter to an English company for trade with The Gambia and the Gold Coast (now Ghana).
Between 1651 and 1661 part of Gambia became a colony of Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth, purchased by the Courlandish duke Jakub Kettler. At that time Courland, in modern-day Latvia, was a fiefdom of the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth. The Courlanders settled on James Island, which they called St. Andrews Island using it as a trade base from 1651 until the English captured it in 1661.
During the Second World War, Gambian troops fought with the Allies in Burma and Banjul served as an air stop for the U.S. Army Air Corps and a port of call for Allied naval convoys.
U.S. President Franklin D. Roosevelt stopped overnight in Banjul en-route to and from the Casablanca Conference in 1943, marking the first visit to the African Continent by an American president while in office.
After the Second World War, the pace of constitutional reform increased. Following general elections in 1962, with full internal self-governance granted the following year.
The Gambia achieved Independence on February 18, 1965 as a constitutional monarchy within the Commonwealth. Shortly thereafter, the government held a referendum proposing that an elected president replace the Gambian monarch as head of state. The referendum failed to receive the two-thirds majority required to amend the constitution, but the results won widespread attention abroad as testimony to The Gambia's observance of secret balloting, honest elections, civil rights and liberties.
On April 24, 1970, The Gambia became a republic within the Commonwealth, following a second referendum, with Prime Minister Sir Dawda Kairaba Jawara, as head of state.
Until a military coup in July 1994, President Jawara, who was re-elected five times, led The Gambia. The relative stability of the Jawara era was shattered first by a coup attempt in 1981, led by Kukoi Samba Sanyang who on two occasions had unsuccessfully sought election to Parliament. 

After a week of violence, which left several hundred people dead Jawara, then in London when the attack began, appealed to Senegal for help, who subsequently defeated the rebel force. In the aftermath, Senegal and The Gambia signed the 1982 Treaty of Confederation. The Senegambia Confederation came into existence; it aimed eventually to combine the armed forces of the two states and to unify their economies and currencies. The Gambia withdrew from the confederation in 1989.

In July 1994, Yahya A.J.J. Jammeh led a coup d'état that deposed the Jawara government. Between 1994 and 1996, Jammeh ruled as head of the Armed Forces Provisional Ruling Council (AFPRC) and banned opposition and political activity. The AFPRC announced a transition plan for a return to democratic civilian rule, establishing the Provisional Independent Electoral Commission (PIEC) in 1996 to conduct national elections. After a constitutional referendum (in August), presidential and parliamentary elections were held. Jammeh was sworn into office as president on November 6, 1996. The following year, the PIEC transformed into the Independent Electoral Commission (IEC) on April 17.
President Jammeh (left)
Jammeh has won both the 2001 and 2006 elections and more recently the 2011, by removing or discrediting the opposition.
Redeeming features of The Gambia
At this point I should say something redeeming about Gambia and in particular Fajara. It’s a nice beach resort close to the capital city of Banjul with good access to the adjoining resorts of Kololi and Kotu. 


Images of The Gambia
The small guesthouse that I’m staying in, an English couple runs the ‘Sun Bird Lodge’, June, mother to Alan, Alan and his bright lad Lewis, 9 years old, who speaks fluent Mendinka. It's small and quaint in an English guesthouse sort of way.


Images of The Gambia
Clean and reasonably priced, about fifty pounds for a week out of season, for two people sharing. Well placed for local shops, banks (ATM - a real problem in Africa), the beach, golf course and two very good restaurants, 'The Butchers Shop' and 'The Clay Oven'. A good Indian although a little pricey - Kat you will remember the Clay Oven from our last visit to Fajara. Kat and I went out with a friend of Deanne's, Linda and a nice Swedish couple.

‘The Clay Oven’, Fajara

As I recollect we ended up in a club somewhere else in Fajara smoking cinnamon and apple in one of those 'Hubble Bubble' Arab contraptions. I ended up getting high on the stuff!!
There are loads of good restaurants and some interesting bars in and around Kololi, about a 5 Dalasi per person trip in a shared straight-line taxi from Fajara. 


Images of The Gambia
Oddly enough Kat, the other day I strolled past the very hotel that we stayed at 4 year's ago. You may recollect the name, 'The Combo Beach Hotel', part of the Gambian Experience.
Gambian experience my foot, anyway it's closed and boarded up along with most of the hotels, two night clubs and most of the restaurants scattered along the Fajara beach front. I guess all to do with the world recession.

Deanne recovers but loses her money!

By Monday Deanne felt well enough to venture out, so we spent the day together in and around the Fajara area sorting out various things initially at the guesthouse and then at one of my favorite places, ‘Timbookto; a rarity in Africa a place that sells books. 

Both the ‘Sun Bird Lodge’ and bookshop have free Internet service, so perfect for sorting out E-mails, etc., with Deanne opting to return home by local bus at around 7.00p.m.

Images of The Gambia
At 7.40 p.m. I received a call from Tamsir to say that D had lost her phone, driving license, copy of her passport, purse, money, key to the room and a pair of flip-flops either on the bus or off the bus and could I go to the Kotu junction to look for them just in case.  Happy to comply, however, clearly it was unlikely that I would find the items in the dark. I rang her number several times, just in case, with no response.
The following day we, Deanne, Tamsir and I, travelled to Serukunda police station to file a police report.


Images of The Gambia
You know it's incredible, I think I've been to Serukunda four or five times now and the high street, possibly the busiest in the area, is always flooded with thick red slimy mud, you have to gingerly pick your way through it. White or light trousers are definitely out!
After two hours and several 100 Dalasi in administrative costs later we were none the wiser. It seemed unlikely that the police would do anything; the paperwork was purely for any subsequent insurance claim. Tamsir went to work; Deanne and I found a café and had lunch.
We eventual made our way back to Fajara and 'Timbookto', play on words, with Deanne eventually returning to home at 9.30 p.m.
Tamsir called at some point to say that he had made contact with the guy that had Deanne's things and could we meet him early tomorrow morning and make a trade for the items. Anyway all's well that ends well we managed to get everything back at a cost!
Deanne returning to the UK
On another matter, D is returning to the UK on the 24th September for medical reasons.
In retrospect Deanne has lost an extraordinary amount of weight and you have to question whether it is symptomatic of a deeper medical problem. She is bitterly disappointed, especially as she has waited so long for me to turn up before travelling together in earnest. 
She intends returning to Casamance to say farewell to her friends in the village and then on to Guinea Bissau, a last chance to explore! There's a prevailing sense of pessimism, D's convinced that she won't be coming back.
Sitting here composing this E-mail, it's now Thursday evening and it's raining, a familiar story, I guess Deanne and her friend Siaka will have reached Ziguinchor by now perhaps beyond; I will phone her later to see.
The realization that 'my friend' is returning home prematurely, dashing her dream of travelling round the countries of West Africa, makes me sad. We haven't always seen 'eye to eye' on everything and I hope that she will forgive me. I've enjoyed the experience and her company. She is generous of heart, patient, considerate and compassionate.
She will return to the village of Ndongane in the near future to continue where she left off of that I am sure.
My own plans pale into in-significance in the circumstances, that's for another time.












 


Tuesday, September 8, 2009

SENEGAL & GAMBIAN EXPERIENCE - Journal no. 4


Senegal Experience – Journal no. 4

24th August to 8th September 2009


Time out in the sleepy resort of Cap Skirring

Following on from my last E-mail, Katherine and I spent four very relaxed days and nights at the Cap Skirring resort ‘La Maison Bleue’, with two full days of sunshine, Wednesday and Thursday, much to the delight of my daughter.
More about the Town
Cap Skirring is situated 50km south of Ziguinchor close to the border with the ex-Portuguese colonial country of Guinea Bissau. The road serving the resort is one of the best so far in Senegal. Across largely flat terrain, wooded, flooded with mangrove swamp or used for rice production. Near the coast the topography changes, with hills sloping gentle down to the sea.
Skirring is a one street town, to the north of the airport and by entrance to the hotel, ‘Royal Kabrousse’, the road degenerates into a track. Hillside hotels, campements and lodges discretely line the wide, white sandy palm fringed beach. 
Cap Skirring beach
Most of the buildings are traditional in style wooden and corrugated in construction with the bars, clubs and restaurants marking the central triangular area; the sept + and bus drop off point. There are two ATM’s, a few shops, stalls and not a lot else.
Katherine and I wandered along and out of town virtually stumbling on our hotel of choice, about 2/3 kilometers south of the central town area, along a track. Clearly owned and run by two French couples, given the name of the hotel, and keen on providing good cuisine, ambiance and accommodation. 

The blue roofed hotel of 'La Maison Bleue'
The walled, gated and elevated grounds comprise two detached three storey houses or villas extended and linked to provide a pleasant place to stay. There are two swimming pools where the terrace overlooks the sea below. A series of steps lead down to the beach with tables, chairs, loungers and bar provided.
For six months of the year, the holiday season, ranks swell with the influx of mainly Spanish tourists accompanied by an increase in Africans wanting to take advantage of what’s on offer.

Trouble in the Casamance region

On another matter, I'm not sure if anything appeared in the news back in the UK about problems in the Casamance region of Senegal, hardly surprising if not. It’s interesting how so little of what occurs here warrants attention in the UK.    
We’d experienced difficulty crossing the border from Gambia to Senegal, priory to arriving in Cap Skirring, something I mentioned in my last journal.
Wandering round the sleepy town, as I say the place comes to life during the peak season when the local airport opens to accommodate hoards of Spanish that flood the region for a debauched week or two in the massive ‘Club 18 to 30’, Stalag holiday park; I digress, I met a French/Canadian guy staying in Cap Skirring who confirmed that he was stuck in Ziguinchor, confined to his hotel effectively, the previous weekend. He was, travelling, co-incidentally, with three other guys one of whom worked at the Canadian Embassy in Dakar, allowing him access to detailed information on events.
It appeared that there was some trouble in Ziguinchor namely at the Gare Routier on or around the 22nd/23rd August. We believe that the army arrested possibly two taxi drivers, we think for drug smuggling, but that hasn't been confirmed, provoking a local disturbance that supposedly turned into a riot.
Bomb explodes at Ziguinchor Airport!
More news filtered through that a terrorist bomb had exploded at the Ziguinchor airport killing two, one guy supposedly from nearby Guinea Bissau, and wounding a soldier as well. 
 The Ziguinchor Airport terminal
A Spanish journalist that I met and spoke with some days later whilst staying at the Hotel Parquet confirmed the report.
There is a permanent military presence in the area, ranging sometimes from tanks, to armored cars and even mobile field artillery by the roadside, however, there is a conscious effort to maintain and encourage tourism in the region so we are well looked after. They’re here primarily as a deterrent.

Deanne leaves the village to join us on our travels

Moving on, we left Cap Skerring for Ziguinchor on Friday the 28th August, with the intention of meeting up with Deanne who had decided to join us. 
View from 'Hotel Parquet'
We checked into our usual venue the ‘Hotel Parquet’ spending a very pleasant day shopping and then enjoying a belated birthday diner with and for Deanne.
Having dealt with various administrative matters, banking, E-mails, etc., we left initially for the 'Gare Routier' to collect a bus or sept + then to Kaufountine.
The Muslim celebration of ‘Ramadan’
It's currently the Muslim period of 'Ramadan' here, heralded by the first siting of the full moon and ending at the first siting of the next full moon.
Ramadan is held in the ninth month of the Islamic calendar and lasts for 29 or 30 days. It’s a month of fasting, in which participating Muslims refrain from eating and drinking during daylight hours. Intended to teach Muslims about patience, spirituality, humility and submissiveness to God, Muslims fast for the sake of God (Arabic: Allah).
Compared to the solar Calendar, the dates of Ramadan vary, moving backwards by about eleven days each year depending on the moon; thus, a person will have fasted every day of the Gregorian calendar in 34 years' time.
Muslims believe Ramadan to be an auspicious month for the revelations of God to humankind, being the month in which the first verses of the Qur'an were revealed to the Islamic prophet, Muhammad.
Adults, those over 18 years of age eat porridge, or something similar, at around 5.00 a.m. and then nothing until 7.30 p.m. They are only allowed to drink water throughout the day.
Now you're probably asking why I mentioned this, well in my experience lack of food tends to make you agitated, irritable and quick to temper.

Interesting bus ride to Dioloulou!

Statistically there are more assaults and murders committed during the period of Ramadan than at any other time, or at least so Deanne informed me, just setting the scene and being informative.
We arrived at the Gare Routier at around 1.30 p.m. or thereabouts, and even before we had a chance to exit the taxi we were immersed in the turmoil of trying to find transportation whilst fending off a dozen or so 'boys' vying for our business. There was a much-reduced service to Kaufountine due to the problems that I mentioned earlier, so demand was high. 
Zigunichor Gare Routier
We finally elected to take a bus rather than a sept+ to Dioloulou, a small town about 20 kilometers shy of Kaufountine, on the basis that it was the one most likely to leave first. By about 5.30 p.m. we finally set off, or at least so we thought!
As we pulled away, several of the 'boys' pursued our bus. An argument ensued between driver and the 'boy’s', I've no idea what about, presumably money. He then drove off in somewhat of a huff to the petrol station to fill up (still with in the confines of the Gare Routier (a task carried out when the driver has sufficient money to pay for the fuel)) the boys followed and the argument 
continued, at times heated.
‘Boy’s’ are employed on an add hoc basis at all Gare Routiers to sell the places on the bus or sept+ and receive a small amount for each place that they sell, a commission I guess.
We’re off again, only to circle the bus station and pull alongside another mini-bus. There’s a frantic commotion on top of our vehicle as heavy goods or baggage are transferred across. 
Laden Mini-van typical across Africa
Bear in mind that we were already sufficiently laden down by now with goods about a meter high covering the roof with all places inside full to over flowing and now we’re taking on an extra heavy load compounding the problem of stability, certainly apparent from the earlier short trip round the car park.
Finally a rather large lady clambered on board and squeezed herself into what little space was left. A further argument ensued between driver and 'boys' and in frustration he sped off across the compound scattering all in front of him. In his agitated state, unfortunately, missing the bus checkpoint, where all buses must stop to pay a toll and register the destination.
He continued on his merry way oblivious of the turmoil behind him until stopped by the military police. By then officials from the bus station and the boys from the market had caught up
 with him.
He was forced to climb out of his vehicle with his driver’s license, etc., in hand, I guess to be reprimanded and pay a hefty fine.
Finally, we set
 off wallowing along like a ‘drunken pig’, clearly top heavy with the radio blaring out some sort of Senegalese rap music, much to the annoyance of all the passengers.
Clearly things were fairly fractious on board by now and that's even before we left Ziguinchor. The vehicle was all over the road, if we hit a bump or pothole at speed we would surely go over on our side.
We made it safely to the half waypoint and the town of Begonia when it started to rain. Some passengers got off only to be replaced by others.
On the second leg of the journey a rather large lady sitting directly behind Deanne (D was sitting
 to my left next to an open window) forcible pushed Deanne's arm out of the way and tried to close the window, provoking a rather ugly exchange of words, culminating in I think, 'Fuck You'.
At about the seven kilometer mark from Dioloulou the driver finally hit a deep pot hole, pretty much what we feared, slewed all over the road and although he regained control, much to his credit, the damage was done, damaged suspension or something worse.
Somehow we managed to limp lopsided the last few kilometers to Dioloulou our destination.
The bus continued on in the direction of the Gambian border, although I'm not sure if it made it.
Dioloulou to Kaufountine
The next stage of our journey 20 kilometers across the worse road in Senegal, although it hardly qualifies, is more akin to one of the cross-country stages in the Dakar rally.
We met and befriended a Gambian guy called Lamin, a teacher, who helped negotiate a good price, along with a fellow traveller and friend of Deanne’s, Anna, a young Spanish lady. With the price agreed we clambered on board a mini-van designed to carry 10, twenty-one people all told plus luggage. Four more would join us along the way, perched on the roof rack or holding onto the sides along one of the worst roads in Senegal, much of it pot holed and flooded, for the large part in pitch black conditions.
We finally arrived 8 hours after setting out on our 67 kilometer journey, around 9.30 p.m. in the evening. Mind you we still had to get from the Gare Routier on the outskirts of town to our accommodation.
Arriving in Kaufountine
First port of call, a beer or two at 'Relax' a local bar known to both Deanne and I, where we met Sandra, a friend of Anna’s, and Siaka. 
Drinks at 'Relax', our local bar in Kaufountine
Photo above from left to right, me, Katherine, Richard the bar owner, Deanne and Siaka, D's friend. 
It appears that Anna and Sandra work as teachers in the local language school. We determined over a drink that we'd stay at the same compound as Sandra and Anna, a Campement known as ‘Sitokoto’ situated right on the beach.
We left the bar at 11.00 p.m. and found our way to our accommodation 1½ kilometers along the coast in pitch black conditions, Deanne, Sandra, Anna, Katherine, Siaka and I.
You know for all that we had to endure that day I loved every minute of it. The great thing are the people, fellow travellers and locals, that you meet along the way and with so much time sitting around you have an oportunity to get to know each other.
Seven days in this Bohemian seaside town
We spent seven very pleasant days at this rather large and, in it's heyday, grand Campement for a couple of days with the two Spanish girls and then just the three of us, four counting Siaka. 

Lounging in the grounds of Sitokoto
Sitokoto comprises 12/15 simple traditionally built lodges, a room with shower, washbasin and W.C. off. A huge two storey high central restaurant and lounge with covered verandah, bar and kitchen dominates the site along with a further elevated pagoda beyond over looking the sea. 


Sitokoto Campement
Set in large grounds about 300m by 1000m, some formal, there is immediate access to the beach with mangrove swamp behind and the central town area 1½ to 2 kilometers away, along a sandy track. It all sounds great and perhaps 20 years ago it was, it’s now very run down.
The town of Kaufountine
One road, if you can call it a road, passes through the town all the way to the beach, fisheries and the one hotel located to the far left of the beach area.


Wandering around town
Homes are predominately simple, single storey wooden huts, tightly packed around the main town and more widely and indiscriminately dispersed over a large area away from the road. 











Images of Kaufountine
Concealed by forest or foliage from each other these homes invariable have a section of farmland (300m x 100m) linked to the house. A footpath or track links the dwellings together.






Night of entertainment at Sitokoto
It’s very limited in so far as tourism, the dirty beach, lack of electric, no running water may all be contributory along with the lack of a reasonable road to The Gambia, home to the nearest international airport.
The beach stretches for miles in both directions and apart from the cattle defecating on the sand, the tonnes of unwanted fish and flotsam that wash up daily it's beautiful. 



Late night stroll along the beach
As you wander along the coast line there are far more Campements than you realize, concealed amidst the foliage, or behind a lake. About 5 kilometers further down to the right of Kaufountine are some beautiful traditional built homes clearly owned by foreigners. Property is cheap here.
Kaufountine Beach
Katherine, Siaka and I
Beautiful sandy beach
There’s one of the biggest fleet of Pirogues harbored here, some of the largest boats in size that I have yet seen in Africa and the most smoking houses. They also repair and build these massive boats by hand, carving each section with a sort of curved axe with the blade at right angles to the shaft (if that makes sense) incredible. 

Eating out in Kaufountine
There are some ten or so Islands off the coast of Kaufountine, all fairly accessible and well worth a visit, perhaps another time.
Katherine, Deanne and I left Kaufountine on Sunday for The Gambia, to stay for a couple of nights at 'The Gunjur Experience'. 

Day of rain at the 'Gunjur Project'
Tuesday, we'll take Katherine to Banjul airport and then D and I will make our way to Serukunda to await delivery of the charitable donations that I shipped out here some months back (Pat and Mum will remember very well!).
Katherine’s returning to the UK to take up her place at S.O.A.S. University, so I guess she will have a lot to sort out on her return, especially as she starts on the 28th September. I think that she enjoyed herself here I did. It's been nice spending time together exploring 'my' part of Africa.
All the very best to everyone, until the next time.