I never dreamt of vacationing in Africa. It was not on my bucket list. But my daughter, Jacy, has been in Peace Corps, The Gambia for 1 ½ years and curiosity got the best of me so I went there with my family for the holidays. I had the most amazing vacation of my life and, much like the 8 month olds in my child care, my head was exploding with SO many new experiences. I wish I had kept track of the number of times I declared “I’ve never seen anything like that before”!
We started out at Leybato’s Lodge along the Atlantic Ocean in the bustling Kombo region outside of the capital city of Banjul and quickly learned to sleep under mosquito nets (looking quite like royalty with draped canopy beds) and bathe with plastic nets the size of a long skinny hand towel. Any delusions of grandeur, however, disappeared when awakened by scratching noises that we were convinced were rats in the bathroom.
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Breakfast at Leybato’s
The first day was spent in Bakau. We tried the craft of batik right in our instructor Karamo’s compound. In spite of dirt being the “floor” of a compound, the porches of some huts are made of broken pieces of tiles in a mosaic form or even a huge piece of fancy floor laminate, quite clean and shiny next to the dirt. During a break we visited a small Gambian museum and Katchakally Crocodile Pool next door where we watched and even pet the crocodiles. Karamo ironed our batik with an iron heated by coals and found it pretty amusing that we had never seen an iron like this being used. Later, walking on red dirt roads strewn with trash, alongside open sewers, children tried to get our attention in any way that they could. Overlooking the Atlantic at the Bakau Guest House we heard hundreds of loud, excited voices. Boats loaded with fish were coming in and Gambians, fully clothed, ran into the ocean neck deep to fill big trays of fish, holding them high above their heads. We were fascinated. Dinner at Koko Curry Kitchen with PCV Cara topped off the day.
Next day we boarded a green bus with seats saved by PCV Peter and his parents. We saw many small villages that make up The Gambia. Our bus became jam-packed full of people, one person, even sitting on Jacy’s back! At a bus stop in Brikama we had “drive-up service”. Gambians were at our bus windows immediately, selling frozen packs of juice and water, trays of sandwiches, cakes, Panketos – fried balls of batter, bags of oranges that are green colored, blankets and more, all balanced upon their heads! Any eye contact and we were instant customers! Women sitting alongside the road were so comfortable preparing food with children wrapped onto their backs or on their laps openly nursing without any need for discretion. What a wonderful site (get over it America!)
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Lulled to sleep in the back of the bus
We stayed in Bwiam with PCV Dan Tanner. Dan took us on a hike unlike any we’ve ever been on, (there I go again), past Baobab trees, huge birds, women harvesting rice, crabs and mud hoppers disappearing into the river muck, wooden carved canoes and rickety docks, a dike made largely out of crab shells and trees full of bats “screeching” at us. We dined on fish and chicken prepared by a woman in a shack alongside the road. We joined PCVs Mallory and Alicia for beers at a small “bar” (another shack).
The next day’s adventures started with omelette sandwiches and coffee/Ovaltine/sweetened condensed milk tasting like liquid candy at the roadside so-called “McDonald’s” and then we were on our first gele-gele ride (beat up big vans with improvised bench seats containing various amounts of cushioning, if any). Negotiations with the operatie (driver’s assistant) were made by Jacy and Dan which included their skills of deciphering truth from lies. Sitting amongst chickens our eyes were glued to the road as the driver barely missed goats scurrying across the road and swerved around donkeys that were not scurrying! Alas, there weren’t any live goats tied to the top of our gele amongst the suitcases, furniture and boxes.
Major highlight: arriving at Jacy’s compound to be greeted by her family! Super excited voices yelling Yassin, Yassin, her Gambian name. To see such love melted my heart. We totally felt like celebrities as groups of relatives and neighbors streamed in to meet us. We loved hearing Yassin’s lengthy greetings with every person, which often ended with a series of blessings. It was like a step back in time to see how a household is run and yet everything seemed so natural compared to our lives back in America. Yassin’s sisters pounding cous (millet-like grain) in a tall mortar and walking to the well to pump water and carry it on their heads, her mother cutting food up in her hand and cooking our lunch over a fire on the ground, all of the women doing laundry in tubs, her brother hooking the donkey to the cart to haul supplies, chickens wandering all around, her father or older brothers brewing attaya (tea and sugar) for us, her father washing his feet and saying prayers and her siblings reciting the Koran around a campfire. We also got used to hearing the calls to prayer floating over from the nearby village mosque, starting just before sunrise and ending at sunset.
The next day we had lechere (cous/millet and milk porridge) for breakfast. We took our donations of school supplies over to the school, with Jacy’s younger brother Modika carrying a 60 pound suitcase on his head. While visiting family in the village we got “greetigue” (our word for greeting fatigue!) Later, we took a walk out into the bush and cut down our “Christmas tree” (bush branches) with a machete.
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Bringing our ‘bagaas’ to the school
![Parading around the village to greet. Don't forget to say, 'Jam tan!'](https://jacyinthegambia.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/20141224_125048.jpg?w=625&h=352)
Parading around the village to greet. Don’t forget to say, ‘Jam tan!’
On Christmas morning, dressed in our newly tailored outfits (“complettes”) from tailor Modou in Bwiam, Jacy explained Christmas traditions to her family and we passed out gifts and the happiness on everyone’s face when their name was chanted was quite precious. Soon, the kids were using their cloth gift bags with pencil boxes to pretend “going to school”. PCV Nick stopped by our compound so we got to share a little bit of the Christmas spirit with him! Lianna got her “superkanja” (slimy okra based dish) hair braided. We helped peel cassava root for dinner.
Christmas breakfast! Latte and biscotti
Cous and cassava with peanut sauce
Next we took a trip to Baboon Island, a chimpanzee rehabilitation center and preserve. We stayed in English-style safari platform tents and were served hibiscus ice tea and delicious meals in the Waterhouse. We took a boat ride and spotted a large hippo on the shore (very unusual for daytime), five more hippos in the water, a crocodile, chimpanzees up in the trees, and many unusual African birds (there are over 500 species in The Gambia). In the morning we took a walk on the cliffs and saw warthogs, green monkeys, Red Colobus Monkeys and even more birds.
Crocodile
The Water House
Boat Tour
Hippo
Breakfast
Relaxing at the Water House
Jacy was intent on sharing as many of her Gambian Peace Corps ways of life as possible so our next adventure was a bike ride, her favored mode of travel here. We tried to ride early in the day as the 95°F afternoons were pretty hot. We had “bean sandwiches” from Jacy’s regular road side lady for breakfast. Children constantly yelled out “toubab, how are you?” at us as we rode by. It is amazing how we just passed one village after another everywhere we traveled, most of which are very meager huts made out of bricks or cement with corrugated metal or thatched roofs, all covered in the reddish dust of the land. We took a ferry ride over to the town of Farrafenni to visit the “Lumo” (a large weekly market). It was jam-packed full of vendors in little wooden stalls filled with beautiful fabric and a variety of produce, and many tailors sewing outside right next to the stalls. We ate lunch with PCV Stephen’s family, noticing how Gambians are so pleased and honored to serve a bowl of food to a family of strangers that they just met. Stephen gave us a tour of his thriving garden project and bee hives explaining many agricultural theories and experiments that he is working on. We ate Benechin for dinner at Eddy’s Lodge with food delivered by Lamin, a favorite roadside restauranteur friend in Farrafenni, and spent the night at AMRC Lodge. Waiting on the ferry with our bikes the next morning we were again intrigued by the ferry workers “stuffing” as many trucks, busses, cars and passengers as absolutely possible onto the ferry, although we were constantly trying to make any sense out of the methods to their madness! Trucks may have to wait in line for more than a day to get on the ferry and Jacy counted 145 trucks as we biked on by. As we dropped off our borrowed bikes at a PCV’s compound we got to see a taxi barely squeeze through the compound entrance as the family’s sick grandmother was being transferred home from the hospital.
Back in Misera we knew our visit with Jacy’s family was nearing the end and our feelings were bitter sweet. We did our last “load” of laundry and “baths” in the outdoors behind Jacy’s room. I found prime bath time to be about 5 PM just as it started to cool down a bit but while the water in the bucket was still warm from the sun. Although Jacy and Lianna liked evening baths under the bright stars, with a bit of boiled water added to the buckets (nights were much cooler, down to about 65°F). Andy cooked our camping favorite, Jambalaya, for our last meal. It was so nice to give Jacy’s Mom a break because she does all of the cooking for the 20-ish people in the compound. Plus Jacy really wanted her family to see that men can cook!
The men cooking (photo by Dan Tanner)
Re-hydrating veggies (photo by Dan Tanner)
Lots of onions (photo by Dan Tanner)
Lifetime scout (photo by Dan Tanner)
Jumbulaya (photo by Dan Tanner)
The women were so interested (photo by Dan Tanner)
(photo by Dan Tanner)
(photo by Dan Tanner)
(photo by Dan Tanner)
(photo by Dan Tanner)
We said goodbye to Jacy’s family with tears being shared. The next seven hours were pretty scary. In spite of us telling friends and family that The Gambia is a very peaceful country, Jacy and Dan were being told by Peace Corps NOT to travel due to unrest and fear of a coup in Banjul. Since we were already en route, we were allowed to continue on our trip, but the first police check point outside of Soma took about 1 ½ hours as compared to the usual several minutes. Everyone on the gele had to get out of the vehicle with their belongings and answer questions. We truly saw how respected Peace Corps Volunteers are as we were often passed right through check points as soon as we mentioned Peace Corps. We pretty much thought we were going to end up broken down on the side of the road as our gele driver was excessively revving the engine, not even in gear, smoke pouring out of the exhaust pipe, then grinding the transmission back into gear (no working clutch) and barely making it over a small hill. We made it only to then drive through some bush fires that had spread right to the edge of the road, with huge flames leaping at us as we drove through thick clouds of smoke.
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(photo by Dan Tanner)
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(photo by Dan Tanner)
Thrilled to have finally made it back to The Kombo region after a full day of wondering if we would be stopped, we had a snacks at Fast Ali’s restaurant. We headed right to the beach with a round of “Julebrews” (the only beer in The Gambia). We splurged on a delicious fancy dinner in the beautiful, tropical setting of Ngala Lodge on the Atlantic Ocean.
Bakau Craft Market (photo by Dan Tanner)
Bakau Craft Market (photo by Dan Tanner)
We shared a ride to the airport with PCV Rachel and stuffed five people into the back seat of our driver’s mid-sized hatch back. He took some back roads to miss some of the clogged roads due to the Banjul unrest.
We’ve been getting glimpses into Jacy’s and other PCV’s lives over the past 1 ½ years through blogs, pictures and phone calls but we knew that there was no way we could fully fathom the experience. Now that we’ve had our own tiny slice of living in The Gambia, we know that we cannot fully impart the true sense either. Experiencing the crowded underequipped yet oddly effective cities; riding everywhere in disintegrating vehicles while helping hold them together as they dodge domestic fauna (including humans); negotiating in amusing enigmatic ways for almost every purchase or service; reinterpreting improvised English in most posters, signs or billboards; visiting extraordinary and wonderful exotic places from another place and time; constantly being recognized in the very best and very worst ways; spending time with large loving families living simple lives in village compounds and finally really knowing the friendly, giving people of The Gambia can only be accomplished first-hand. We will be forever thankful for this journey.
![Thanks Mom, Dad, and Lianna! I had an amazing time. I love you!](https://jacyinthegambia.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/img_9321.jpg?w=625&h=469)
Thanks Mom, Dad, and Lianna! I had an amazing time. I love you!