Infertility

At the Bijilo Forest Park, I walk through the palm forest and see monkeys, exotic birds, and an ant hill that is almost twice my height.

The next day I’m approaching the bus depot in Serekunda when immense amounts of rain start pouring down, turning the bustling town into a muddy medieval village.

Several people direct me to the bush taxi going to Gunjur, but after an hour of travelling on flooded roads, I realize I’m on the wrong bus.

I have to head back to Serekunda and get another bush taxi.

I’m starting to realize that Gambians tend to answer every question with “yes” or “no problem”.

When I finally get to the Boboi Beach Lodge near Gunjur, I’m happy to see it was worth the exhausting trip.

The collection of hut-shaped bungalows, perched over an undeveloped stretch of gorgeous beach, is run by a Gambian woman and her Scottish husband.

I try body boarding in the ocean and find it absolutely exhilarating—I’m flying on top of the warm waves as they push me toward the sandy shore.

I stroll down the beach and watch men haul in giant nets full of fish of all sizes.

In the evening, the chef makes an amazing fish curry.

I spend the night perched in the oceanside tree fort, marvelling at the intense stars lighting up the African sky.

The Senegalese are right that it isn’t always easy travel...

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