Well, things have taken a turn for the worse with travelling
through Africa and we have to come home. We can’t (at
present) get into SA or Namibia
if we’ve been through an Ebola country, which if we carry on we will be – if we
could get in, that is. The Cameroon
border is still closed, Nigeria
isn’t a particularly happy place and it’s all kicking off in Burkina
Faso , too. If we do carry on towards Togo ,
Benin etc, then we can’t sell the bikes and shipping home is too expensive. So,
selling the bikes in The Gambia and flying home looks like our option…
Another issue has been the effects of the antimalaria
tablets on me. I’ve stopped taking them, weeks ago, but they have ruined my
stomach. However, I’ve just drank a big bottle of pink stuff and now I no longer
have to drive the porcelain bus for hours every day, which is nice.
In other news, we’ve fed monkeys and other stuff of that
nature in a reserve here. We had a tour guide - which was mandatory – who was
the biggest pervert I’ve ever met and kept on taking photos ‘on the sly’ with
his phone. A strange man, he also demonstrated how termites bite by shoving his
hand in a nest. Maybe he should’ve shoved his face in it. Or genitals. I’d have
tipped him if he put his genitals in a termite mound. But he didn’t, so he got
nothing. No imagination, some people.
I think this is some sort of goat, |
Oh yeah, almost forgot. Near the end he said he would take
us to see the hippo. I like hippos. What he actually meant was he’d take us to
a room in which there was a hippos head. It was stuffed with straw and smelt a
bit funky. That wasn’t the highlight of the day if I’m honest, although he
looked chuffed as nuts with it. Maybe he goes home and masturbates over it. I
wouldn’t put it past him.
We have also been to see crocodiles. This was a bit strange,
really. In the previous reserve there wasn’t really anything dangerous anywhere
yet you needed a guide. In the crocodile park you didn’t, and there were crocs
everywhere. What happens if I was a Peter Sutcliffe-alike and had a penchant
for hammers? I’d not make it out with all my limbs. [As a side note, I don’t
think Dee has ever really trusted me since I described
Peter Sutcliffe as a ‘DIY enthusiast’ when she asked who he was]
A 'snap' of a croc. Get it? HAHA I'M SO FUNNY |
So that’s that. In the mean time before we come back, we
will mainly be being harassed by everyone here. One man on the beach the other
day did call me ‘Big Boy’ though so it’s not all bad. The dried fish in the market though, that is bad.