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Getting the Jinack Lodge pirogue ready to embark on the crossing to Banjul Port. Image © Helen Jones-Florio

 

Sunday 12th October, 2014 – 9.30am, Jinack Island-Banjul, The Gambia

We clambered aboard what resembled a huge Canadian style canoe – which we were about to go way out into the Atlantic Ocean in, to our next destination, Banjul Port, as part of our walk along the Gambia coastline; “it is only perhaps 45 minutes“, our captain assures me, as he takes in my ashen pallor and white knuckles, as I grip the narrow wooden plank I’m sitting on, whilst trying to balance myself in the middle of the rocking boat. He hands out bright orange life jackets, which look suspiciously like the kind you get on an  airplane. It may only be a few miles, across to Banjul, but it’s still the bloody ocean, and, for someone who was born, and spent the first six years of her life, across the road from the North Sea, I have an irrational fear of wide open water. That, coupled with the fact that I nearly drowned in the Atlantic, whilst swimming, on one of my very early trips to The Gambia! However, that’s another story… .

Don’t get me wrong, I have a deep respect and fondness for the ocean and there are times when nothing is more satisfying  then sitting, looking out at an infinite, vast body of water, contemplating life, love, the universe… . I just don’t want to be bobbing around on what I class, in my mind, as the high seas, in relatively small, seemingly flimsy, wooden boat!

Pirogue crossing from Jinack Island, to main land Gambia
Leaving the tranquility of Jinack Island. Image © Jason Florio

 

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Grinning and bearing it! Taken just before we rounded the tip of Jinack Island and into the Atlantic Ocean. Image © Jason Florio

 

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“So, what happens if we get into trouble when out at sea?” – Jason Florio. Image © Helen Jones-Florio

 

We didn’t exactly get off to a great start either, as the motor died a couple of times, due to lack of fuel, before we even reached the tip of Jinack Island, which would take us into the Atlantic proper. The plan was to stop and get fuel from one the three small villages, situated at the tip of the island, and which are officially in Senegalese waters – the island being bisected by the Senegal border.

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One of the three villages on the Senegal section of Jinack Island. Image © Jason Florio

 

Jinack (or ‘Ginack’ – ‘in front of the water’), is an exquisite narrow spit of  land, the furthest point North of The Gambia, ‘self-policed’, we were told, by the local villagers, all related in one way or another. Which is why, apparently, the island is so ‘peaceful’ – everyone knows everyone, thereby making it difficult to get away with anything remotely nefarious.  On one side, the balong and mangroves,  and the other side, white sandy beaches and the wide open waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

After picking up the fuel, knowing that we were about to head out to sea, leaving the gloriously calming waters of the balong behind, I hastily donned my life jacket, hoping it would make me feel somewhat secure. It didn’t. My shoulders, already stiff from the tension of gripping the plank I was sitting on, I keep my eyes dead ahead, on the horizon – hoping that it wasn’t just a myth – and that, in doing so, it would prevent me from the projectile disgorging of my recently ingested breakfast! I willed the shores of distant Banjul to come nearer. I comforted myself with the fact that It didn’t really look that far… did it? .

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Heading out to sea. Image © Helen Jones-Florio

 

Hang on… aren’t we going in the wrong direction?’, as the captain steered the pirogue out to sea – my words immediately carried away by the wind and, or, lost in the sound of the boat engine. Surely it would be quicker to head diagonally across, towards Banjul?! In my horizon view is the elderly steersman, standing up at the helm of the boat, in his bright orange life jacket, making a series of signals – pointing, or moving either arm up or down, whilst shaking his head, as if to say ‘no, keep straight ahead‘ – guiding the captain through the choppy waters. “There are many sandbanks, out here in the ocean“, Amadou, the manager from Jinack Lodge, tells me “see, where the water breaks?“. He didn’t need to expand on what would happen should we accidentally run aground on one.

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Captain Florio at your service! Image © Helen Jones-Florio

 

We had, on our previous River Gambia Expedition, experienced getting lodged on a sand bank in the middle of the river. Fortunately, the tide was low and we had been able to get out and drag our relatively light, rubberized, canoes to deeper water. Something we most certainly wouldn’t be able to do, with this huge hulk of solid wood, in the middle of the ocean!

Pirogue crossing from Jinack Island, to main land Gambia
A passing pirogue. Image © Jason Florio

 

They make this crossing two or three times a week – sometimes, daily, in the high season, to pick up guests and supplies – instantly becomes my mantra; as I continue to stare straight ahead, whilst trying hard to distract myself by thinking of other, more enjoyable, persuit’s.  Meanwhile, the pirogue rears up and down,  undulating over the waves, freezing salt water splashing my face and soaking my clothes .  Hey, look on the bright side, I think, if we are tipped overboard, I could always swim back to New York!  So much for distracting myself.

Pirogues unloading at Banjul.
Arrival at Banjul Port. Image © Jason Florio

 

So, Amadou, in the worst case scenario, such as running out of fuel...” No! Jason voices exactly what my mind is trying hard not to focus on, as if by doing so, it would be somehow karmic once the words were out there in the universe. But, I do want, need, to know.  “We call for another boat” Amadou casually replies . “We can almost always get a phone signal out here“,  looking pointedly at me, he reassures. “Or, we sit and wait for another boat to pass by“. Fortunately, the waters are fished twice daily, so passing pirogues aren’t that few and far between, in the morning and late afternoon, at least. However, I’m not sure how long it would take for help to reach us if we were to be toppled overboard. Cellphones and (salt) water aren’t particularly well-matched.

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Our trusty steersman. Image © Helen Jones-Florio

 

Jason checks his phone credit, and battery charge, before dropping his cellphone into a waterproof bag (courtesy of Overboard, who supported the River Gambia journey), and attaching it to his belt with a carabiner. Ever the master of a contingency plan, is Mr Florio – thankfully.

There was a moment, midway into the crossing, when I realised I could perhaps relax somewhat, as the steersman – who I had been scrutinizing, just as closely as I did flight attendants (watching for any tiny muscle twitch, in their outwardly perfect composure, when  the plane suddenly hits a pocket of turbulence, which might indicate the need to grab the life jacket beneath my seat!), ceased gesticulating and proceeded to sprawl across the helm, before seemingly falling asleep!

Jason Florio arrival at Banjul from Jinack island by Pirogue
Back on solid ground, Banjul Port. Image © Helen Jones-Florio

 

Clearly, we reached Banjul without any high seas drama (aside from the one that was going on in my head during the entire crossing!), in just under and hour; which felt more like four to me, as I uncurled each stiff finger from the plank I’d been clenching.

That day, I conquered a fear. However, that’s not to say that I would be in any great hurry to do that particular journey again!

Helen Jones-Florio (with Jason Florio)

 

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Yours truly – Walking the coastline The Gambia. Image © Jason Florio

 

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