Destination Wedding Blues - Famzing with Crocodiles and Horses

Hello dears, how is 2017 treating you all so far, and we are all keeping our heads up at the moment.

Confession: I am tired of this wedding series, as I have moved far far away from the wedding phase of my life.

So I will just try to lump everything left in one single post, and resume regular blogging next week.

The next and final day for the wedding retreat was the tour. My newlywed husband said he wasn't going, so I didn't go also. I had to handle logistics of changing rooms from where we wear previously staying to a bigger room, where we would stay together, and spend our honeymoon. So I had to make sure we had a room suited to our taste, then pack luggage, etc.

That night, about 12 midnight, our guests said goodbye to us, and headed back for Nigeria, while we were left alone to face a whole new world we have never experienced.


Apart from breakfast, we didn't go out until three days later. We mostly slept, and slept, and slept, lol. I guess we were really exhausted.

Yes, I travelled with my laptop cos I knew I would have to get some work done in between, so hubby took this picture, and uploaded it, telling everyone my 'real priorities', lol.

When we finally decided to go out, it was to see some places, and get some items.

Our first stop was at the Kachikali museum, which is beside the famous crocodile pond ( A separate post is coming on the museum).

You can touch and play with the crocodiles, but just don't touch their heads, else they'll attack. These crocodiles have been fed with fish from birth, to control their appetites for meat/flesh, so they are completely harmless to man as long as you stay away from their heads. They come out of the pond when the sun is out, and are basically all around. There are over 400 crocodiles here, but they make sure they control their population by discarding excess eggs laid, although the crocodiles are highly protective of their eggs, and you can only take the eggs when they are not watching, i.e. in the pond, else they'll attck if they catch you.

The crocodiles are considered powerful by many Gambians, so people looking for solutions to problems such as financial, power-related, child-bearing, marriage, etc come to pray to the crocodiles, and bath with the dirty pond water.

See how some of them circle the pond when the sun is out

The white crocodile in the picture above is a very rare breed. Immediately we got there, we saw it, and "Keep Smiling" (our tour guide and driver) was so happy. He said it represented good luck for us because no one hardly sees a white crocodile. And he has never seen it through all the times he comes to the pond, and people would do anything to see a white crocodile, lol.

The crocodile tooth around hubby's neck is what we
bought at the crocodile pond

 And the we proceeded to THE ARCH, a government building, which has a high-rise arch, where you can see many parts of Banjul.

View from The ARCH

At the ARCH, there was a room which had Gambia's "democratic" history. It was such a sad situation, that I refused to take pictures. Almost everyone that had stood with Yahyah Jammeh to fight for "democracy" had either been killed or gone missing.

We the proceeded to go to Denton Bridge, but we did not hop on for a boat ride. We basically just took pictures, and left.

With "Keep Smiling", our driver. This picture shows the
real height difference between hubby and I

 At this time, we had also gone to the market, and were really exhausted. So we decided to call it a day.

The next day was our last full day in Gambia. We slept, went out to the beach, and packed up.

Our farewell picture with Isatou, the hotel's sales manager
and our makeshift wedding planner, lol.

Saying farewell to our honeymoon suite

Obviously, Hubby got the better horse *side eye*

We cam to Lagos, and then a week later, this happened. I had never seen him looking like this before. I was so sad, shocked, and devasted, that I refused to talk to him for almost a whole day, lol.

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