The Electrocution … At Brikamaba the apprentice, hanging by one arm on the back of the gele-gele, assured me that the vehicle was traveling to Janjangbureh ‘Macatty’ so, as I was going there, I clambered aboard the rusty wreck and squeezed in beside a lady with an infant in one hand and a chicken in…
‘Tales of a traveling Toubabo’ Masaneh could arrange anything. Working as the restaurant manager of the Fajara Hotel way back in 1987 he would welcome every tourist making them feel as though they were the most important guests ever to grace the beaches of his beloved Gambia. He could diffuse an effusive squabble between a…
Three years ago a group of men stood on the beach in front of the Bakau Fish Market looking out to sea, occasionally pointing, occasionally speaking quietly to one another. I sat nearby on the tiny beach of an adjacent hotel thinking about a swim. There are turtles in that area, and though elusive and…
