The Director of Marketing, Gambia Tourism Board, Adama Njie has emphasized the importance of attending the annual AKWAABA African Travel Market and the pivotal role it plays in the growth of tourism in The Gambia. Njie made this known in an interview with thepoint.gm, an online media recently.
According to Njie who was on the three-man panel that deliberated on “The Role of DMCs and DMOs in Sustainable Destination Marketing in Africa” at the 14th AKWAABA African Travel Market in 2018, statistics between 2015 and 2018 show that air arrivals for the Nigerian market into The Gambia had gone up by 39% in 2018. This represents the highest total increase margin following the country’s return to participate in the biggest international travel & tourism trade show in West Africa.
Njie stated further that among non-traditional markets arrival for 2018 (Jan – Dec), the figures went up to 77,109 from 63,492 for 2017 arrivals (Jan – Dec), representing an increase of 21%, with the Nigerian and American markets topping the list of arrivals by nationalities in 2018.
There was significant decrease in the number of arrivals from Nigeria
following the absence of Destination Gambia,
Njie noted, “but The Gambia rejoining the AKWAABA African Travel Market is now
a plus to the country as we are gradually picking up again.”
Speaking elsewhere, the organiser of AKWAABA African Travel Market, Ikechi Uko commended the Gambia Ministry of Tourism & Culture and tourism board for taking the bold step to reconnect with AKWAABA African Travel Market in 2018. He disclosed that there are six popular events that are dominant and have brand equity in West Africa and The Gambia with its brand equity has an opportunity to occupy its space as far as tourism is concern in West Africa.
The six popular events, according to Uko are: Senegal’sDak’Art (visual arts), FESPACO in Burkina Faso (movies), PANAFEST for culture in Ghana; AKWAABA (tourism) and Carnival Calabar both in Nigeria, and the ROOTS Homecoming Festivalin The Gambia (with the next edition slated for December 2020).
The Gambia is the smallest mainland country on the continent and it is affectionately referred to as the Smiling Coast of Africa. Director General of The Gambia Tourism Board, Abdoullahi Hydara will lead a strong team of stakeholders from the country to the 15th AKWAABA African Travel Market which will take place September 22 – 24, 2019 in Lagos, Nigeria at the Convention Centre, Eko Hotels & suites, Victoria Island. The Gambia Day takes place on Monday Sept. 23, 2019 from 11:30am.
I arrived in Saly around 15:00hrs, disembarking at
the fuel station along the main road. The air was dry and cool although the sun
was ablaze. It was harmattan season.
To get to Saly, I had
boarded a Sept-Place (usually Peugeot station wagons) heading to M’Bour from Dakar and the journey took about two hours. I met with my Senegalese
friend, Diallo at La Place des
Bougainvillées and a cab got us to the Baobab
Belge in about 5mins. Dominique,
the Belgian owner of the B&B gave us a warm welcome and Diallo left shortly
a beach resort town and a major tourist hub in Senegal, about 70km east of
Dakar, lying on
the Petite Côte. It is classified under the M’Bour Department in the Thies Region.
Compartmented into three areas – Saly Portudal, Saly Niakhniakhal,
and Saly Nord – La Place des Bougainvilléesin the Saly Portudal area is the heartbeat of the town. It is where you’ll
find the clubs, bars, casinos, restaurants, banks, shops, discos, ATMs, taxi
rank, etc. The Baobab Belge was further down along the
beach road in Saly Niakhniakhal, about
a 5mins drive away.
Baobab Belge with her Senegalese husband, Dudu. She had actually taken time to
call me before I left Dakar to confirm my arrival and I was impressed by the
fact that she offered to pick me up on arrival. After settling in my room (the Balafon), she made me my first meal in
Saly, thieboudienne (rice and fish).
Located on the beach (Plage de Saly), about a two-minute walk from the sea the Baobab Belge is a cute little B&B cottage with about five rooms in a garden-like compound. These rooms of varying sizes are named after local musical instruments and they include: two Koras, one Balafon and one Tam Tam. A two-storey building nestles behind the compound where Dominique stays with her husband, and I learnt there were available rooms there too.
There are a couple of
raffia shades, hammocks, and a cute little Jacuzzi-like tub in the garden.
There’s a sitting area in front of the kitchen, where breakfast is served. The
rooms have all the necessary convenience – bathroom with shower and toilet.
Each room has a flat screen TV, mosquito nets and fans, as well as air
conditioning. Wi-Fi was pretty fast and reliable, and the environment is neat,
welcoming and quite relaxing.
that she and her husband play with a band most evening at one of the spots at
La Place des Bougainvillées, but I never got to go see them before I left. They
also organise activities like quad-biking and water sports for guests, and even
take people on tours to places like Réserve de Bandia, La
Somone, and other interesting places close by.
Staying at the Baobab
Belge felt much like home, because I had the keys to the main entrance, so I
could stay as late as I wanted.
The Baobab Belge is safe, secure and economical for budget travel. The environment is neat and the atmosphere is peaceful and quiet. Rooms are comfortable and sleep comfort is good. Breakfast is okay, while other meals are usually served on request. Internet connection is fast and reliable.
Disclaimer: This review is based on the writer’s experience at the property in March 2015.
Too bad, Saint-Louis has not been as exciting as Saly for me. The problem was not with the city though. It was just the arrangement I had. If I had had someone like Diallo on ground, it would have been great. I can’t visit a place and not get to see the attractions when I’m working. If I was on vacation, it would have meant nothing, but as it is, I can’t go back and tell my boss stories. We need content! I had figured last night from the information I got, I probably won’t make it to Djoudj National Bird Sanctuary, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, except I want to spend an extra day in Saint Louis. Djoujd was a day trip and I don’t have that time.
I opted for the Langue de BarbarieNational Park instead, after Adama assured that we can do that comfortably and still get to see another attraction, La Réserve Spéciale de Faune de Geumbeul. That didn’t seem bad and I can leave town by midday, hopefully and be on my way to the Gambia – with a stopover at Kaolack though.
Adama came over in the morning with a taxi and we left for Langue de Barbarie.
We arrived at Zebrabar, a lovely accommodation facility on the banks of River Senegal after a 2hr drive. After about a 30mins wait we got on a pirogue and sailed on the river to the bird park. I learnt the island where the birds are was shrinking with water level rising. The Langue de Barbarie like I mentioned earlier is a peninsula with the Atlantic on one side and the River Senegal on the other. It was not accessible from Hotel Djamarek, even thou we were on the peninsula. We had to do a 360 journey to get to Zebrabar where the pirogues to the park are.
After we returned to shore, we got in the cab and set out for Geumbeul. It was past 13:00hrs and thankfully there wasn’t too much to see there, except the tortoise.
We returned to Saint Louis, and stayed on the mainland where Adama got another taxi that was to take me to Kaolack. Adama offered to come with me to Kaolack, for a fee of course, but I declined. My new cabbie spoke no English and I wasn’t happy with that, but the guy radiated a certain benign ambience, I agreed.
We left Saint Louis as it approached 15:00hrs and didn’t get to Kaolack until around 21:00hrs. My cabbie managed to find Hotel Adjana – he was a great guy. A shame we couldn’t communicate much because of language barrier. I checked in and he left afterwards. I don’t even know his name.
After a while in my room, I thought about going out to explore Kaolack. I asked the reception to get me a cabbie who spoke English. They called me sometime later that a cab was waiting. Unfortunately, he didn’t speak English and we couldn’t agree on a price being negotiated by the reception. So I let go of the idea.
I slept long and by the time I got up the sun was very much up. I took a stroll down the deserted beach before returning to my room to freshen up. After brekkie, I checked Eumeuh and discovered another guy at the reception. He told me Eumeuh would come later in the afternoon.
I called Adama and he instead asked me to come over to his office on Rue Blaise Diagne. I don’t know anywhere here, dude! He told me it was pretty easy, I should take a cab. I asked the guy at the reception to call a cabbie and soon I was on my way to meet Adama.
It was past midday and being a Friday, it will soon be time for the Juma’at prayers, Adama pointed out when I got to his place. He told me we could do a tour of the island later in the day when the sun was no longer as intense as it was. Adama is not a bad guy, but he didn’t seem to understand that I was time bound. I had imagine we could explore places like Djoudj National Bird Sanctuary, Langue de Barbarie, etc. I understand though. Friday prayers couldn’t be missed.
I took a walk around parts of the island before returning to the hotel. I noticed the shops and market emptied and no one was available to sell because it was prayer time, and I needed to get a new adapter. Eumeuh was around, by the time I got back to the hotel. We got talking and he mentioned Club Papayer, because I told him I needed to get contacts of the various night spots. He gave me his number and asked me to call him in the evening, he would come and take me there.
I went to my room and took some rest. Later around 16:00hrs, I called Adama if he was ready, and he said I should start coming. This guy drives a hard bargain. I made my way out of Hotel Djamarek and hurried along Rue Hydrobase since I couldn’t get a taxi. I eventually rode on a calèche and met Adama at the foot of the old bridge waiting with a calèche. He is a very knowledgeable guide in spite of everything.
Later in the evening, we went to the various night spots, but they were much low-keyed. It was Friday. I returned to the hotel and called Eumeuh. He came over and we went to Club Papayer. It was empty.
It was Thursday and time to bid Saly farewell and head up north. Saint Louis, the former capital of Senegal was calling. I called Mamadou* and by the time I had checked out of my room, while settling down to the quick brekkie which Dominique had fixed for me, Mamadou showed up. With breakfast over, and we were on our way to Réserve de Bandia – an impromptu decision I made that morning after we couldn’t access it the previous day. Thankfully, it was a wise decision.
By midday, we were done and Mamadou dropped me off at la gare routière where I boarded a sept-place to Saint-Louis, via Thies. Saly had been so wonderful and I felt a tinge of sadness as I left. I sat next to a beautiful Senegalese, but we couldn’t say much because she didn’t speak much English. She had a lovely smile and seemed eager to help me. I remember when I needed to get airtime and she had to patiently wait to understand what I wanted through gestures and then explain to the vendor.
We were in Thies in about two hours and I felt sad to see her alight from the vehicle. Anyway, we moved on and didn’t get to Saint Louis until it was past 16:00hrs. I had called Diallo after buying airtime to ask if he had a contact in Saint Louis I could look out for. He had promised to get back to me, but his call had not come through by the time we got to the final stop in Saint Louis. I tried his number and it was not going through.
Stranded, I dragged my luggage to a nearby fuel station and met a woman there – she seemed liked the manager and thankfully, she spoke English. Diallo had recommended a place to me and I had also searched one out while in Saly, so I asked the woman how I could get to either of the places. She got a cab to take me to the one closest, which was on Saint Louis Island. Before I left, she gave me a piece of paper where she had scribbled her number so I could call her if I had any issue. Interestingly, her name was Mrs. Diallo.
We spent about 45mins in traffic on Pont Faidherbe as we crossed from the mainland to the island. The cab dropped me at the hotel which was situated by the banks of River Senegal, however I didn’t like the available room so I had to move on.
I got another cab and headed on to Hotel Djamarek on the peninsula. There was traffic again after the link bridge connecting island to peninsula on Rue Hydrobase. A lot of fish business is done in the area and several ice trucks were packed along the road, which already had bad portions probably damaged by frequent usage by those heavy-duty vehicles. Then the inevitable calèches who moved at their own pace.
I liked the ambience once I arrived, flanked by the Atlantic Ocean on one side and River Senegal on the other. I checked in and made my first friend in Saint Louis, Eumeuh who checked me in at the reception.
Pretty tired at this point, didn’t know what to do, so I tried Diallo’s number again. He picked and sent me the contact he promised, a guy called Adama. I called Adama to come over, so I could explore the night, but he made excuses and we rescheduled for the next day.
As February approaches earnestly, reminding me that a couple of important occasions are celebrated in the month, I can’t help but long for Saly. Oh sweet Saly, how I have missed thee.
So who is Saly? Actually it’s a place. Located in the Thiès Region and part of M’Bour department, about 80km from Dakar, Saly is a popular beach resort and one of the most alluring tourist spots in Senegal.
Saly is not just a major tourist destination in the country, it is regarded as the top tourist destination in all West Africa. Known in full as Saly Portudal, it was originally a Portuguese trading post named Porto de Ale.
Although Saly is still a developing community (you can see construction work going on at different places), yet it is at once both rustic and urban in a sense, offering you a refreshing world of fun and excitement.
I suggest a good knowledge of French because, trust me, it can be pretty difficult getting by, except you have a guide who understands English. Wolof and French are the main languages in the country. But well, I survived – no, I enjoyed my time in Saly.
There are several hotels and places to stay offering varying services from cheap to boutique and luxury.
Night life in Saly is vibrant and it starts pretty late from about 23:30hrs and it don’t stop ’till the break of dawn.
La Place des Bougainvillées is the heartbeat of Saly where the bars, lounges, discotheques, nightclubs, and restaurants are clustered. Banks, supermarkets, pharmacies, shops and ATMs are within also that axis, and taxis are there all day, all night to take you where you want to go.
Golf de Saly is there for you, if you want to play golf. About 20km away is the Réserve de Bandia where you can enjoy a safari. No lions, elephants or leopards, but it’s a great experience all the same.
The people are pretty warm and friendly, and Saly is safe enough for a late night stroll, but you don’t have to take chances.
Anyway, February is here and it’s my church’s anniversary month on the first. I’m getting ready for the Blessing Pact on the seventh, Valentine Day follows a week after, and of course my birthday, a day before. Perhaps, I need to see Saly again this February and enjoy some teranga hospitality.
After a couple of days in Dakar, Senegal, I headed on to Saly to meet with my Senegalese friend Diallo. I had booked a one-night stay at the Baobab Belge, a B&B via Booking.com, anticipating that if it falls short of standard, I’ll move elsewhere. I didn’t have to. The Baobab Belge turned out the perfect place – nice, cozy and cost effective.
Saly, a major tourist hub is a beach resort town, about 70km east of Dakar, lying on the Petite Côte, and classified under the M’Bour Department in the Thies Region.
Saly is divided into three areas, or like Fatmata, my Gambian friend puts it, “…there are three Salys.”Saly Portudal, Saly Niakhniakhal, and Saly Nord. The heartbeat of the town is La Place des Bougainvillées which is in the Saly Portudal area. That’s where you’ll find the clubs, bars, casinos, restaurants, banks, shops, discos, ATMs, taxi rank, etc. The Baobab Belge was further down in Saly Niakhniakhal, about a 5mins drive away.
I arrived Saly around 15:00hrs, disembarking at the fuel station along the main road from the Sept-Place I boarded from Dakar. Once I got down, I called Diallo and he told me where and how to find him. I got a cab which took me to La Place des Bougainvillées where Diallo was waiting with his warm teranga smile. We were meeting for the first time, but we’d been communicating via emails.
Being pretty tired, I declined Diallo’s offer to grab a bite first, opting to get to my accommodation instead and settle in. I assured him we would explore the night together, later. A cab got us to the Baobab Belge in about 5mins, where Dominique, the Belgian owner of the accommodation gave us a warm welcome. Diallo left shortly after, promising to return later for our nocturnal rendezvous.
Dominique manages Baobab Belge with her Senegalese husband. She had actually taken time to call me before I left Dakar to confirm my arrival and I was impressed by the fact that she offered to pick me up on arrival, but I told her I was meeting someone, Diallo. She showed me around the place and made me my first meal of thieboudienne (rice and fish) in Saly, after I had settled in.
Located just about two minutes from the beach (Plage de Saly), the Baobab Belge is a cute little B&B cottage with about five rooms in a garden-like space. These rooms of varying sizes are named after local musical instruments and they include: two Koras, one Balafon and one Tam Tam – I stayed in the Balafon. A two-storey building is close by where Dominique stays with her husband, and I learnt there were available rooms there too.
There are a couple of raffia shades, hammocks, and a cute little Jacuzzi-like tub in the garden. There’s a sitting area in front of the kitchen. The rooms have all the necessary convenience – bathroom with shower and toilet. Each room has a flat screen TV, mosquito nets and fans, as well as air conditioning. The environment is neat, welcoming and quite relaxing.
Dominique mentioned that she and her husband play with a band most evening at of the spot at La Place des Bougainvillées, but I never got to go see them before I left. They also organise activities like quad-biking and water sports for guests, and even take people on tours to places like Reserve de Bandia, La Somone, and other interesting places close by.
Staying at the Baobab Belge felt much like home, because I had the keys to the main entrance, so I could stay as late as I wanted. The people are was very peaceful and I remember walking with Diallo back to a La Place des Bougainvillées around 12 midnight, after he brought some items I asked him to get for me. He had to get back M’Bour and he could only get a taxi at La Place des Bougainvillées. Of course I took a taxi back myself, but it was not because I was afraid. It was because it was dark and not too sure about the route.
My time in Saly was running out. I needed to get down to M’Bour and meet with Diallo, so I can see some of the major attractions within the axis before I head up north to Saint Louis, the former capital of Senegal. I had called Diallo and asked if would come and pick me up, but he told me he was engaged at the moment, that I’ll have to come over. He assured me getting to M’Bour was no biggie and I would find him with relative ease. All I needed to do was pick a cab.
The problem was getting the cab. One, I spoke no French beyond “bonjour” and everyone here speaks that or Wolof. The other snag was that I was practically lodged on the beach. Baobab Belge, the B&B I was staying was a mere two-minute stroll from the waters, and there was no taxi rank around. The only way you get a cab was either you call one – the cabs are usually stationed at Place des Bougainvillées, which was like the city centre, and not more than a 10mins drive away, mind you.
The other option was to spot a cab driving by, perhaps after dropping off someone at one of the hotels along the beach road. Aside that, your feet remain your only carriage. Anyway, I remembered Yahya, the young cabbie who dropped me off around 03:30hrs earlier when I finally left one of the clubs at Place des Bougainvillées. I had gone out the previous night with Diallo to explore the nightlife, and he had to leave me there, after finding Yahya and instructing him to look out for me and drop me off whenever I exit the club.
How I got up by 09:00hrs, I really can’t tell, but I guess the fact that I was on an official duty and not on a vacation did the trick. I took a stroll down the beach, just to see the area before returning to my room to freshen up and meet up with Diallo. It was past 11:00hrs, and although Yahya picked the call, I couldn’t understand a word of what he was saying. Too bad Yahya, never spoke English. I also suspect I may have woken him up, seeing that he worked late driving his cab.
Anyway, I stepped out of the gate of Baobab Belge, my phone pinned to my ear while I tried to explain to Yahya that I want him to come and pick me up. A white 4WD drove past and I didn’t really pay it any attention as I moved along, getting frustrated with my futile attempt to communicate with Yahya. I may just end up walking all the way to Place des Bougainvillées and then get a cab to M’Bour from there – if I don’t lose my way. Give or take, I doubt that. I may just take longer than necessary.
I dropped the call and noticed the 4WD had stopped. It reversed and the driver beckoned. He said something in a language I assumed must be Wolof – could have been French. I shook my head and asked “Parlé vous anglaise?” – Okay, I guess I know a bit more than bonjour.
“Where are you going?”
Hallelujah! English! I told him I was going to Saly. Technically the whole area is Saly, but he understood I meant Place des Bougainvillées which was in Saly Portudal. The Baobab Belge was in Saly Niakhniakhal while there is also Saly Nord. He opened the door and I got in. I realized he could just drop me off at M’Bour, so I told him. He turned around and we drove off, via another route.
There were no spider senses tingling. Obviously, I didn’t need to get to Place des Bougainvillées first before getting to M’Bour.
He told me his name was Mamadou as we drove along a dust path with the inevitable calèches going past us. There was not much to see along the way except a primary school which he pointed out to me. He pulled up suddenly in front of a house, got down and asked me to come. I didn’t feel any sense of danger, so I did. It was his house. He introduced me to his small family and showed me around his home. About 5mins later we were back in the car and on the way to M’Bour.
When we got to M’Bour, I called Diallo and I gave the phone to Mamadou to describe where we were so Diallo could find us. I took Mamadou’s number and he left when Diallo arrived.
After I left Diallo, I returned to the Baobab Belge and Dominique – that’s my host and owner – told me about Reserve de Bandia. It was past 15:00hrs, so I called Mamadou. He arrived and we were off. We got to the reserve and found out they were closing for the day. I was gutted. I was leaving the next day, so no safari for me. Mamadou told me not to worry, that he’ll take me somewhere else. Yes, I thought about the money spent to get down to Bandia as well. Mamadou, said I should worry that I don’t need to pay him again.
We left Bandia and he took me to La Somone. Pretty much like Saly, La Somone is also a beach resort area but smaller. Still not sure what there was to do, I let Mamadou lead the way. Soon we were on a pirogue sailing on Lagune Somone. It was such a calming experience on the lagoon watching the sunset, the fishermen, and the birds of the reserve fly about. Like Saly, La Somone lies on the Petite Cote with the sea on one side, but it has the lagoon.
We returned to shore and drove back to Saly as dusk set in. Mamadou even bought me dinner at Place des Bougainvillées before dropping me off at Baobab Belge.
The next day, after packing my stuff, I recalled Dominique saying mornings and late afternoons were the most ideal for safaris, so I made an impromptu decision. After breakfast, I called Mamadou and he came over. He knew I was leaving Saly and figured I wanted him to drop me off at la gare routière. We ended up at Réserve de Bandia and I had my first safari experience after all.
After, Mamadou took me to the bus park, where I took a sept-place to Saint Louis via Thiès. I asked him if he would drive me to Saint Louis. He told me it was too far and he’ll have to charge me double – that is a return trip fare. I understood the situation. It would be meaningless for him to get to Saint Louis without a guaranteed passenger to pay for the return journey, because he ran a charter service. I long to visit Saly soon again and look out for my Wolof friend, Mamadou!
I smiled and said, “You speak English?” He smiled back and nodded. He pointed to a shack and said it was his place, a restaurant. He invited me over. Show no fear. So I followed him into the shack. A female was inside whom he introduced as his sister. There was a guy older than him, who he said was his friend and another guy who was his brother. They were smoking cigarettes. I sat next to the girl, while my host sat next to me. He showed me a painting he did. Nice.
We made small gist. I talked about about El-Hajj Diouf the Senegalese footballer and Demba Ba and Papise Cissé. I told them I wanted to take photographs of the sea. So I stepped out and the guy came out with me. My mind was working. How do I lose these guys without giving myself away that I was wary of their set-up? Thankfully, the others stayed in the shack.
couldn’t really tell if they were just folks who were totally harmless, or if they would turn dangerous if the opportunity arose.
I took some photos and then I told him to give me his number that I wanted him to paint the picture I had taken. I showed him the picture of the beach. He was excited. He went into the shack and returned with the older friend who smiled and gave me his notebook. I explained again. So the first guy tore a strip and wrote his name and number.
“You are Max?” He nodded. The other one introduced himself as Bona. I promised Max I’ll call him the next day and then asked how I can get to Plage de Ngor. They told me it was just further down. “I need to get there.”
Max told me no problem and I realized he wanted to come with me. Bona meanwhile had scurried in to drop his notebook. Show no fright. I shrugged and we left, while Bona caught up with us. I couldn’t really tell if they were just folks who were totally harmless, or if they would turn dangerous if the opportunity arose. We got back on to the main road and walked on, as it got chillier with the dusk setting in.
We talked idle gist. I remembered a song from the ‘90s. “Yele, Senegalese music called Yele. Ancient African music called Yele.” It lit them up and they told me the name of the artiste – I can’t remember again now. I really wanted to turn back after a while. I knew I couldn’t go to Ngor at this time, but I wanted to get to place I was earlier in the day, even though my feet were tired.
We eventually got to Plage de Ngor and I took some shots. The pirogues were there moored at the beach, and I could see the island. We left and I told my companions I was too tired to walk back. They stopped a taxi and got in with me. I thought they would get off on the way, but they rode all the way to the hotel. I guess they wanted to hang out. I paid the cabbie and gave the change to Max. They asked if they should wait for me. I shook my head. I was really tired. They waited. I crossed the road and went in to the hotel.
I got in my room and called Bamba and asked him if we could hang out. He said I should get a taxi and I should let him speak with the cabbie. I said okay and flopped on the bed to relax a bit. It was a couple of minutes to 20:00. Just a little rest, and I’ll go downstairs and ask the receptionist to get me a cab. Then, I’ll call Bamba. A little rest. I woke up suddenly, sprang up and it was dawn. Damn! My feet were still my shoes – and I didn’t even lie down properly on the bed. There goes my Dakar night-out experience!
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I was determined to get a taste of Dakar’s nightlife. Bamba had assured me on the plane that the city never sleeps and I eagerly looked forward to the fun and experience, since I only had that night before heading on to Saly the next day.
It was still too sunny by 16:00hrs, and I wanted to get to Ngor. I called Bamba’s number and someone picked and told me he was asleep. I had met Bamba, a Senegalese who works in Nigeria on the flight from Lagos. We sat next to each other and we struck up a conversation about the delayed departure and the nonchalant attitude of the airline.
It was a night flight and coupled with the delay, we had a stopover in Banjul before touching down in Dakar at well past 02:00. I would have been ripped off by the cabbies at the airport while trying to get to hotel, as they rattled off in Wolof, leaving me perplexed. Thankfully Bamba rescued me. He negotiated with one of the cabbies and dropped me off, giving me his number before continuing his journey.
I went out on a brisk city tour around 11:00, after a 6-hour sleep which didn’t come to me until around 05:25. After the tour which lasted about two and a half hours, I ordered room service and took a nap. I waited another hour before leaving the hotel. By 17:00, the harsh glare of sun was all gone and I set out to the beach in my jeans jacket, as the evening temperature dropped. It was not so far and I could sail to Ngor Island and back before it gets dark, I thought. Besides, those pirogues ran on motor engines.
I strolled along Rue de l’Aéroport, detoured at Hôtel le Virage, and got down to the beach. I remembered the two guys I met earlier in the day when the taxi took me to the beach, Samba and Souleymane. Although the latter was the first to latch on to me, he spoke no English, while Samba came along and told me about the Lebou tribe and Île de Ngor. I would have gladly jumped on a pirogue and sailed to the island right there and then, but I didn’t know what to do with the cabbie. So with a promise to return, I took their numbers and left.
I had called Samba the Lebou and told him I was coming before leaving the hotel; but now I can’t seem to find the right spot. The Atlantic coast spread along for miles and I must have misjudged the distance from the hotel, having arrived there in a cab. A quick glance around and I realized this was not the place I was looking for. This was not Plage de Ngor. I couldn’t see any island from the shore. This was Plage du Virage, instead.
Some youths were playing soccer on the beach. It was quite windy and the evening was already getting cold. I had my camera around my neck, and was admiring the waves when a guy spoke behind me. Show no fright! That was my first instinct. He looked rough. He could be a Senegalese version of an ‘area boy’ as we call them in Nigeria…