When I entered Gambia there were lots of taxi drivers beckoning my business. . It was almost 6.30p.m. and from Banjul to the border was 22 kilometers.  I thought I will reach around 8.00p.m.Banjul then I runed. There were school students returning from school.  I am hearing Hello! How are you? Now My  mouth is opening from language courfew. Morocco, Mauritania, Senegal all countries are speaking French. I had always used sign language. Childrens ,Young people and old people all saying to me hello. They can`t not say something when they see me. The children ask for chocolate and pens.   They don`t ask for money. Maybe there children are  going to school so they don`t ask me for money. They know the pen`s value. The road is not good. It takes a long time to see motorists. I am constantly keepping one eye peeled on the sun and the other on the bicycle's speed.  The road is empty and I am pedaling as fast as I can. When I was in the forest, I didn't see what time the sun set. Some times cars headlights merge together as if they are afraid of the dark. There was mp light in the village. People are sitting outside under the trees getting fresh air.  At 7.45p.m. I reached Bara. There was one ferry going to Banjul at 8.00p.m. I got a ticket quickly. 5 Dalasi for me and 1 Dalasi for my bicycle. The ferry takes Bus, Car, Truck, my bicycle and people. Within half hour we reached Banjul.  Banjul  was also bustling in the dark. People are walking in the dark street. People can see only by motors light. Otherwise it was very hard to see dark colors people in dark. If they smile in dark then people know somebody is there. It was very hard to see hotel sign .also hard to approach people to ask for directions. I am wary of them and they are wary of me.  I kept riding, afraid of the dark.  I rode almost around the entire city until I came upon a hotel. Reception was upstairs. I love my bicycle so didn't leave my bicycle alone in the street. When I was carrying my bike on my shoulder two boys came to help me behind my bike. After going upstairs they were asking me for some money.  I carried the entire bike on my shoulder. They were just touching the bike. I replied to them that they should have to pay me for touching my bicycle. They ask me "Why?" I said to them "This bicycle is traveling around the world with me. You touched this bike that's why." They  laugh and are gone. I got one of the cheapest room s.  It was an old hotel, run down room, no light, broken window glass,door lock was ready to break.

Next morning bed sheet was wet with sweat. There was no fan. My tired body was wake in one dream. I left hotel without breakfast. Crowds of people were crossing  the street. Old taxi's horn doesn't phase them. Taxis were tired of blowing horn and stay middle of the road. Some time I got also Taxi's horn.There are no children begging, but there are women begging with small children.   I left Banjul heading to Serakunda.  Serakunda was also the same as Banjul.  People and motors are jumbled together.Road was damaged , potholes and mud. People are jumping in the mud. My bike can't jump over the holes. When I ask to somebody where is the camping site,  people want show me together. People said " I know, lets go and I will show you. They can't give me direction like "go this way." They want to go with me .I don't understand why people want to follow me. Maybe they are free or they  want to guide me. I got to Sukuta camp. Sukuta camp was attracting me when I was crossing western Sahara. There was lots advertising in the Sahara desert about Sukuta camping.   Tina came to the gate to welcome me. After barking voice of Tina security woke up.  I like my own house then hotel.  I got place for my house  and I made it.

Dhukur kur! Dhukur kur!! Dhukur kur!!! I wake up by chirping of the birds. The sun had not risen yet, but the birds are axious to sing. Camping has lots of mango trees, but the mangos are not ready to eat. The security guard's daughter is playing in the dust in front of my tent. She is naked and trying to come near my tent.  But her mother doesn't allow her. When she wants to come and touch my bicycle her mom pulls her back. After eating breakfast I went to the market to get some groceries . Camp site was little bit out of town. It took me 20 minutes to reach  Kololi market by bike. Kololi is tourist town. There was lots of tourist walking around the town. Some of  black and white love.  I got my groceries and went to the vegetable market. I met one young man. He is following me and ask me" what do you want?"  He showed me some vegetables. There weren't many vegetables. I got half  kilo potato, half kilo onion and half kilo checkpeas. After buying the vegetables, he asked me for some money. I ask him "Are you surviving like this? He said " yes sir." I gave him 5 Dalasi. I returned to campsite. When security 's wife heard the price I paid for vegetables she laughed. They charged me too much. Now I realized that the man who was showing me vegetable shop that is his trick to charge me too much .That is his surviving style.Then why is he not surviving?