Saturday, October 25
After a day of meetings, Jeff ate Barracuda and Ladyfish that had been grilled over an open flame by these people: (left, angry/rude Lebanese man who doesn’t speak English and his daughter, right, SuperBob).

Then Carol called us with an unexpected dinner invitation. Through friends she had connected with a Gambian construction magnet, Famara Shams. The party was almost entirely Baha’I Iranians who have sought asylum in The Gambia, as the Ayatollah has systematically persecuted them since taking power. The place was amazing –there wasn’t a single bug in the entire house. This may not seem like a big deal, but in this country it is an almost unattainable feat.
Monday
In the morning, we had breakfast with Carol at her hotel, Safari Garden. We met quite an interesting bunch, including the woman who writes the Gambia and Senegal travel guides for Lonely Planet and a very successful financial manager who had been kidnapped for two days in Dakar.
In the afternoon, we had an appointment with the Secretary of State for Health for the entire country. They use British titles, so his position is Cabinet level and equivalent to something like the Surgeon General in the US (that’s if the Surgeon General was in charge of a massive state run health care system in a tiny, poor country). We were introduced to him as “grant-writing experts” – a very polite embellishment. The meeting and the trip to the main building of government offices were fascinating.
After taking advantage of our last few hours in the capitol by buying some cooking and cleaning supplies, it was time to head back to Bwiam.
Tuesday-Thursday
The rest of our week was spend running around the hospital updating Carol on the situation and brainstorming with her as to the best way to approach the multitude of problems which they are facing. Her expertise as a cultural consultant really helped us to think about our approach in a new light, and her help has made our work here easier ever since.
A highlight of the week was our trip to the Somita clinic, located in a village about 25 minutes away from the hospital. The clinic was built by members of the community and is maintained daily by volunteers. The remarkably clean and welcoming facility spoke to the community’s pride in their clinic. We were extremely impressed by what they had managed to do with so few resources (very limited electricity, water, and medical supplies). It’s amazing what a sense of community and ownership can create.

Somita Maternity Ward

Somita Clinic Bathroom
Incidentally, the clinic is located next to a kindergarten. Here’s what happened when the kids saw Alex walk by.
Friday
After an exciting and exhausting week, we returned to the capitol for the last set of meetings, this time with the local Rotary clubs. While Carol and Mr. Badgie held their first meeting, we went to MacFadi’s (the Gambian take on American fast food) with our friend Pete, a Peace Corps Volunteer.

Inside Macfadi
In the afternoon, we visited the African Living Art Centre, an incredible combination of a salon, art gallery, and café. The entire building and much of the artwork was designed by the owner, Suelle, who is a captivating and talented individual as well as the former Minister of Arts for The Gambia. We are hoping to spend much more time with him at the Art Centre during our future trips to the area.

The African Living Art Centre