Gambia - Snippets of Information
- The Islamic Republic of Gambia is the smallest country on mainland Africa. It is almost entirely surrounded by Senegal and is located along the River Gambia, with a snippet of coastline.
- The official title of the Gambian president is Sheikh Professor Doctor President.
- People cast their votes in elections in The Gambia by dropping stones in holes.
Who Colonised the Gambia?
There was a long colonial struggle between France and England, for possession of The Gambia. It eventually became a British protectorate and colony. The Gambia finally achieved independence in 1964, initially as a constitutional monarchy. The prime minister at that time said that one of the reasons they like to have ‘The’ in their name, is to avoid confusion with Zambia. The Gambia left the Commonwealth in 2013. Its president said the British had taught them nothing, except how to sing Baa, Baa Black Sheep and God Save the Queen.
Is the Gambia a Poor Country?
The economy is built on a small patch of tourism, peanuts and money sent home from abroad and a third of the population live below the poverty line. There have been periods when people were only eligible for government aid if they had supported the president in the elections.
Is the Gambia Safe to Visit?
The Gambia has a relatively developed tourist scene, with numerous hotels of varying standards and some lovely beaches. Nevertheless, and unsurprisingly considering the poverty, there is still a high level of petty crime and many overly persistent hawkers on the beach.
What to See and Do in The Gambia?
See my post What to See and Do in The Gambia
Getting In and Out
Crossing the River Gambia
The ferry across the river Gambia to Senegal is fun, on my first visit, the vehicles jam-packed and their owners happy to pose for pictures. The reverse journey on my third trip, is an annoying taste of the worst of Africa. The ferry is out of action - there’s a problem with the mooring platforms - and the local fishermen are mopping up all the business, overcharging and loading their craft to the gunwales with passengers.
This time, I’m traversing the Gambia, as I am driving north to south through Senegal. And I’m really wishing that we’d taken the easterly route, which involves driving much further, but uses the relatively new bridge over the river. The boats bob out precariously, lucky people in a few are all equipped with life jackets. They are also, alarmingly, helping to bail out. The dock is tall, the water low and the vessels have high sides. The passengers are given shoulder rides out and then scramble along planks propped inside the hull, to their perches. This is my ignominious fate. But first there are arguments about how much we will pay and blatant attempts to extort money made by ‘customs officials’. I tell them I’m happy for them to search my bags, but they don’t dare go that far and we are allowed to proceed. Then, there is another row about how much to pay for porterage of the bags, following which the outboard motor cuts out, when we finally do leave the berth.
The ride across is fairly uneventful, there’s just a gentle swell and guide Mountaga and I are the only passengers. It’s a piggyback, rather than shoulder ride, on the other side and another debate about the price for carrying the bags through the throng to the street. And then another one, as we have to carry all the bags back again, as Mountaga can’t find our new driver and hasn’t thought it necessary to communicate with him, before our arrival.
The Road Border South to Casamance
The border posts on the road back into Senegal are dilapidated, and the immigration official wants to be my friend, which means he wants money. Everyone wants money. There are posters plastered on every wall, warning against sex trafficking and FGM. Gambia is most definitely two parallel worlds.