Got up and packed only to have the sky open in a deafening downpour. It was raining so hard that the noise was uncomfortable. No way I could even walk to where I could catch a taxi in that. I waited for an hour and a half when the rain let up some and headed for the main street to get a taxi. The going was slow because the streets had been turned into rivers, some well over a foot deep. Got a taxi and headed for the bus station in Serekunda with still enough time to catch the 11:00 bus... I thought. However the taxi got stuck in mud and by the time we were free and to the station it was a quarter past. No matter the express bus (that was supposed to leave at 10 AM) was ready to go at 12:45. Then we had to drive back to Banjul wait another hour then drive back to the Serekunda station (no idea why) so we really finally started at 2 PM - and this was the "Express" bus!
Not a terribly exciting ride. The road was rough, but not nearly as bad as in Senegal. The jungle on either side of the road was lush and brilliantly colored but didn't see any wildlife other than birds.
At about a quarter to five I got dropped off at the small village of Kwinella. The village didn't look interesting and I was already attracting guides, drivers, craftsmen, etc. so I quickly set off on the five km road to Tendaba. The sky was overcast but it didn't rain and the lack of sun kept it a little cooler than it might otherwise have been. After about four km the road got extremely muddy and just finding a way to walk through started to get a bit challenging. Luckily a Land Rover stopped and gave me a ride the last (and worst) kilometer.
Tendaba is a very small fishing village that looks no more exciting than Kwinella did. Tendaba Camp (the reason for me coming here) is basically a very upscale campement. It's really the first real tourist place I've stayed in Africa. There's even a pool and a very well stocked bar (over 100 different whiskeys). Had a pretty decent chicken curry and hung out with two British expats who were on their way to go hunting. The only other guests at the moment are four German couples that pretty much kept to themselves.
It wasn't until I was trying to sleep in my little bungalow that I realized at what cost the ice cold beers came at - the sound of the generator kept on all night. Another sleepless night, tried to read but was too tired to concentrate...