Day 15
Saturday,
January 20, 2018
I woke up feeling much better today.
I was woken up again last night when all of the drunk kids came back at 4:30. I
was very mad. I showered and went to breakfast. There were only two of us at
breakfast. All of the rest of the kids were sleeping. We did not leave the
hotel until 11:00. I hate wasting the day, and I especially hate being held
back by kids who need to sleep because they made bad choices the night before.
We were supposed to visit the Law School at the University of The Gambia, but
we never went. Nothing is going as according to planned from the itinerary. We
were supposed to be sitting in on college lectures, visiting embassies and
consulates, and meeting with dignitaries. We have done none of this. There is a
lot of sitting around and napping that has gone on for the past few days. As
you can tell, I am not happy.
The
first item on the agenda for today was to visit the Brikama craft market. This
is a very large and very famous craft market in Banjul. The main craft at this
market was wooden sculptures. All the crafters are sitting in the middle of
each isle, whittling. Each crafter invited us into their shops. After seeing
the same crafts repeatedly, I became uninterested. It is amazing what these
crafters can do though. After lunch, we had the option to go to the beach or
stay back at the hotel. Myself and a few of my friends stayed back at the
hotel. Buba sent us on a task to go and find peanut butter at one of the local
markets near our hotel. We also wanted to buy a deck of playing cards. We were
unsuccessful in both tasks. I did learn a lot from going into these stores
though. The first store that we went in was kind of like a mall. The first
store was very similar to a Bed Bath and Beyond. They had anything you could
possible think of. I was very surprised that they had so much. This proved to
me that the city is economically more stable than surrounding villages. Other
stores in this building included makeup, furniture, and clothing. They carry a
lot of name brand clothing, but I am not sure if the pieces are real or fake.
Some of the markets we went into were like any gas station’s food selection.
This is quite different from village food options. The village had no
pre-packaged foods. This was another obvious example of the varying levels of
wealth in The Gambia.
Wild cats cuddled up with a wooden crocodile at the Brikama craft market
One more night
in Banjul,
Andy
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