Time to go home!

So Andy Pandy says (if anybody is old enough to remember that). I do, now that I am officially 52 years and one week, how ancient! Only a few weeks left of my Gambian adventure. Lots of goodbyes to say, house and office to sort, forms to fill, exams to mark and bags to pack.


You know it’s time to go when.......

• a stray tourist walks through the market displaying two lily white knees and you brand them a brazen hussy.

• the little old man begging at the end of the road starts to give you food.

• you start to miss the giant cockroach that lives behind the bookcase.

• you have recurring fantasy dreams about gravy and cheese.

• you prefer using a pit latrine to a flushing loo (maybe I could dig a hole at the end of the garden).

• little black things crawling around in my porridge oats seems quite normal.

• you start to question whether warm showers, washing machines and 24 hour electricity is reality or just a myth.

Looking forward to home comforts but I will be returning with many happy memories.

Visiting Kaur in wild African colours

Sainey's family and new house

Fellow passengers waiting for the ferry

A typical river scene

Pounding breakfast

The college football team apparently I was there honourary manager.

June's last tip - Boil porridge thoroughly to ensure little black things are soft not crunchy.