No visit to the Gambia is complete without seeing a local school. The children looked very sweet in their royal blue uniforms. The classroom was very basic, as were all the facilities. There were little pigs running around the ground.
We had brought a whole bag of stationery, which we left behind at the school. Many others had done the same, or they contributed financially. I feel providing an education for these people is a very worthwhile cause.
We stopped to see the collection of the locally rpoduced palm wine in a small village outside Serekunda. We all had tasters from the same plastic mug - I wonder how hygenic that was? It tasted a little like like a rough brandy - not unpleasant. The palm wine is known locally as Jungle Juice.
The market in Serrekunda, like many other West African cities, is a colourful and noisy affair. Here, away from the tourist areas, the items on sale are your everyday useful things, food, kitchen utensils, clothes etc.
One of the things that struck me most about Serekunda, was the crowds that thronged through the streets.
One amusing little anecdote was when we stopped for a while in the street, and while we were waiting for the driver to return from his errand, the side door of the mini bus was left open to let some air in. A local chap got on board and sat down in a spare seat. He was ever so embarrassed when we gently told him that this was in fact not the local bus to Banjul.