The pathway from our room to the dinner! This view took my breath away every time! It was one of those views that were so perfect , so peaceful, so still, I wanted it imprinted on my mind forever!
The pathway from our room to the dinner! This view took my breath away every time! It was one of those views that are so perfect, so peaceful, so still, I wanted it imprinted on my mind forever!

The secret is out! I am an ocean-chaser! I chased the ocean to Gambia once (my beau and I)! And boy, were we glad we did! With the Sheraton in Serrekunda as our “home” (remember my Act As If post? See it at https://hajelpitan.com/2013/03/26/casa-del-papa-my-act-as-if/ ), it was a beautiful and breathtaking experience. Enjoy the pictures and tell me, what do you chase? The ocean, the mountains, city-life, night-life, shopping or solitude? Talking about solitude, I have considered spending a few days at a Convent, thinking the quiet and meditation, will bring out something I didn’t know was there, or heal certain wounds or cause me to confront the dark places within… hmm, if I ever do, I’ll let you know how that goes! Meanwhile, talk to me by leaving a comment below.

And the trees bowed in greeting or should we say in submission to the wind.

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And we went to see the crocodiles! The brave touched them! I chose to live to blog again, so I didn't.
And we went to see the crocodiles! The brave touched them! I chose to live to blog again, so I didn’t. Smile!
We also visited the Creeks of Gambia
We also visited the Creeks of Gambia
We spent a day on the water
We spent a day on the water
Me again! Acting as if! Because in my mind, when we have our home by the ocean, this would be a regular activity! On Sunday afternoons, we’ll pack a picnic and have lunch on the boat. We’ll bond, talk, laugh and be at one with the sea.

Lunch! I can’t remember the food as much as I can remember that it was delicious and how beautiful it was to eat it here!
On our way back in the evening. One of the guys in the picture had a lovely wife; she kept calling him "honeym" (pronounced honimm) and imploring him not to fall over, so she won't raise their 4 kids alone! In that setting, it was strangely sweet!
On our way back in the evening. One of the guys in the picture had a lovely wife; she kept calling him “honeym” (pronounced honimm) and imploring him not to fall over, so she won’t raise their 4 kids alone! In that setting, it was strangely sweet!
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