The kids here love to shout out to the white visitors. They call us Toubabs. It's done in the most friendly way with a big toothy smile and a wave. There are little ones everywhere and as in most countries they love football. The smallest piece of land and a deflated ball is all they need.
One thing I am finding difficult is watching the many stray dogs on the streets. Some are in pretty good condition but others are obviously struggling. I made the mistake of making eye contact with one last week and he now follows me whenever we meet up. He's a good looking black and tan mongrel with half his tail missing. He looks up at me with his bright eyes and wags his stump as if to say "you'll look after me won't you??" I try to ignore him but as in true dog style he is loyal and looks out for me every day. The Gambians can't understand this relationship and find it outrageous that Westerners will spend £100s on their pooches and moggies. I can't help but agree with them here but I so miss having a cuddle with Dilly on the Sofa! Think I might have to bring one or two back with me.
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