Day 1:
We were supposed to leave in the morning by 10 and go all the way to the end of the country. Some delayed paperwork pushed departure back to almost 2, and then a flat tire sealed our fates. We had to stop in Jangjanbureh for the night halfway. Made arrangements to meet the trek I was supposed to be on in the morning.
Day 2:
Waved goodbye to the driver and other guy from my office so I could wait for the trek I was supposed to be on to come pick me up. Waited. Waited. Called. When I thought I had made arrangements for them to pick me up, I assumed an "okay yes" meant okay yes we'll pick you up in the way you are suggesting. Instead it meant okay, yes, I cannot hear anything you are saying. They had left me behind. They said they would come to the place I was by around 2pm, so I should sit tight and wait. So I spent the day exploring the town, eating street food, and hanging out with a friend who lives nearby. Around 10:30pm, the group finally showed up.
Day 3:
The truck I shared with 4 guys for part of the trek.
Salikine's school garden
I think this place was Chamen. Probably the best school garden I've ever seen. Here, the kids are fake-learning about tomato plants. This is a staged picture we had to work on for a while to get the kids to look down instead of at me.
In the early afternoon, things started to go sour. The other truck we were traveling with had a tire problem and a couple of the men started fighting and name calling. I think they had been together a bit too long by this point, with one more day to go. The tire was not a routine fix so we spent a few hours at a mechanics shop. One of the guys and I wandered around town for quite a while eating peanuts and "ice"- basically a popsicle in a plastic bag. Eventually, we left and I changed vehicles. We went to spend the night in one guy's home village. They made us chicken with peanut butter and tomato sauce (domoda) and of course rice. It was a nice night.
Day 4:
Remember when I said I changed vehicles. My mode of transportation got a little more interesting- a dump truck. The suspension was not so good, but how often to you get a chance to ride around in a dump truck? So I can't complain.
My day 4 vehicle.
Now for time #2 I got left on this trek. Me and another guy were in the dump truch catching up with the group. He called them and said 'don't go anywhere.' Well, they went ahead somewhere that involved dropping things off at one school and buying several buckets full of milk. The dump truck crew was then stuck going to the governors office and petitioning for a ferry pass.
The North Bank regional courthouse at the governor's office. This courthouse is in a pavilion- no walls.
One hour and 2 ferry passes later, we got the whole group back together. We visited a couple more schools and then got ready for the last big hurdle of the journey- the ferry crossing. For the ferry crossing, they load a boat with about 10 vehicles and a couple hundred people for an incredibly slow journey from the north to south banks of the River Gambia. You can pretty much see one bank from the other but you can never tell how long it is going to take. This particular trip was 2 hours long. Finally back on the south bank, we dropped off supplies and started dropping prople off at their homes. I got home just in time to make it to the American school's elementary school production of a Midsummer Night's Dream, featuring the president's daughter and a really cool venue- the largest dome in West Africa. (Impressive, however. probably much much smaller than you are imagining.) Sounds like on Monday, I'll get to go over how this trek went and start planning our next one!
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