The roller coaster ride….
You know when your in The Gambia when:
You pay $5.00 for a liter of Diet Pepsi
When the cars have the right of way, you don’t
When your starving and the only thing around you is old rice and fish head for lunch
You hear people screaming at each other but they are just saying good morning
When you wake up at 5am every morning because you live next to a mosque
All based on true experiences 
The Gambian Hamburger….
any questions?
calendar donation….
I’m looking for 2009 calendars to donate them to school classrooms. If you ever see a classroom here, its just a dirty white wall with nothing. I know alot of businesses come out with their free promotional one’s. It might not sound like a big deal but just the little things here make a difference. If you can get some, it would be highly appreciated.
Please send to:
Marcus Walton, PC
C/O Peace Corps, The Gambia
PO Box 582
Banjul, The Gambia
West Africa
A temporary moment in paradise…
My friends and I attended a party that was held by a U.S. government official’s house last night. We, the Peace Corps. volunteers are pretty low on the todem poll on the government ladder. So, it was really nice to hear all the compliments and respect from the people working at the Embassy etc. Especially when the host welcomed us to the open bar and all the American food! Chicken wings never tasted as good, American beer compared to JulBrew, chips/salsa, cookies etc. It was the first time I was actually full in The Gambia!! Also, finally catching up on some news on the 50 inch LCD t.v. in the living room. We almost had tears in our eyes. Well, I had some good instant ramen noodles today for lunch so its back to normal life
You have to give it to Obama in his debate stating he will double Peace Corps. budget if he is elected, mad props to him for that, we all cheered when we watched the debate at the American Embassy last Wednesday. Hope everyone is doing well, thanks for the support, PEACE!
Chinua and I…
Chinua and I at the beach yesterday. He is a good friend and co-worker and looks after me here.
Ramadan is over….
Yesterday was the last day of Ramadan (Koriteh) and has been quite busy around the city. Little kids come up to me and my friend Ryan asking for money. Yeah, we look like foreigners but have zero money in our pockets. They picked the wrong white guy and Chinese guy. If a local would say, hello Vietnamese guy, ok, i’ll for sure give me money! Just walked for 40 minutes just to check email and write this short note, hope everyone is doing well. I’ll be posting more shortly.
One of the picture is my host family in Sara Samba.
and also the little hut i lived in.
