Gambia the country is essentially Gambia the river plus the land 10-20 km to either side. It’s said that the British steamed up the river and declared all land that their cannons could reach, theirs. That method of drawing borders must have seemed sensible at the time.
I followed the road in the south side of the river to Tendaba Camp. This is a collection of huts and a communal space with very poor Internet and no hot showers. The big thing here is taking a boat through the mangroves and watching birds do bird things, like perching on branches and flying elsewhere when they see the boat.
Lunch was bread fresh from a bakery plus canned sardines. Popular here but not really my thing.
