The Gambia’s “Roots”: When Good Intentions Lead to Bad Tourism

Pensive Woman Juffureh Gambia Tourism“I bet Alex Haley would turn in his grave if he could see this village now,” I whispered to my friend. We were sat under the cover of concrete and the King of the village (who happened to be a woman) was presenting certificates for sale. They were simple photocopies on plain A4 paper serving as a memento of a trip to the village Juffureh.

The cost was less than £1, a price I, like most tourists, could easily afford, but that wasn’t the point. Unlike most of the tourists before me, there was something I needed to know – where did the money go? I turned to my guide and, as quietly as I could, I asked. What I wanted to hear as I watched visitor after visitor swapping pounds for paper was that the money was divided up for the benefit of the community. But even in the short walk from the dock to the King’s den I’d witnessed a broader diversity of wealth (or, rather, poverty) amongst the people of the island than I’d expected.

Keeping his head low and his voice lower, my guide confirmed my suspicion. The money from the certificates went straight into the pocket of the King who, at that moment, just happened to be looking at me with a stern expectation that all but commanded I open my purse. With a deep breath for resolve, I smiled as kindly as I could and politely declined the deal. Without a flicker of reaction, her glare moved on.

Alex Haley’s “Roots”

The King Juffureh Gambia TourismMore than 30 years have passed since African-American author Alex Haley took a searching journey from his home town of Henning, Tennessee, to trace his ancestry. It was an exploration that ultimately led to Jufurreh, a tiny village on the north bank of The Gambia River. There he met descendants of his great-great grandfather, Kunta Kinte, who was forced into the slave trade in 1767.

A Pulitzer Prize lay down the line for Haley as did a forever changed future for the village and Gambia tourism.

Alex Haley Gambia TourismOver 6 million copies of Haley’s book, “Roots: The Saga of An American Family” have been sold and during peak tourism season in The Gambia, it feels like every single one of those readers has stepped foot in the village. It is an exaggeration, of course, but a century after Kunta Kinte was stripped of his heritage, Haley’s inspirational account of his family’s history has inspired others to walk in his footsteps…by the boat load.

It was a volume of footfall that left me shifting awkwardly in the heat, attempting an exchange of smiles with the local villagers and largely wishing I was anywhere else. Although it is no great surprise that Haley’s journey would come to be emulated by those who visit The Gambia, and the country can hardly be blamed for capitalising on the fame that Haley bought to its shores in the 70s, roll forward three decades and the effects of excessive Gambia tourism (“Roots” tours are sold on every street corner that features a hotel) are showing, and sadly not in a good way.

A new breed of Juffureh tourists

Tourist Juffureh Gambia TourismWandering from the King’s den towards the small market dedicated entirely to handicrafts, it is clear that Juffureh’s “roots” as a small fishing village have long been surpassed by tourism as the main source of income. For a time, I’m certain this was a good thing as basic enhancements came to the village in the form of water and light. Courtesy of Haley, the popularity of his book and its spin-off TV show powered tourism in the village until the mid-90s bringing a valuable source of income with it.

However, as the freshness of Haley’s book faded and the number of visitors dwindled, so, it seems, did the calibre of the tourists. I, like many visitors, had decided to take a group tour to the village, complete with return boat trip. At first our group was a manageable size with around 10 people but waiting at the docks in Barra we were rapidly joined by around 40 or 50 more.

Listening to the conversations on the boat heading to the island, I quickly got a sense of the type of tourist endeavour I’d joined. Many of today’s visitors who engage in Gambia tourism and visit Juffureh take a “Roots” tour as little more than a tick on their list of activities in The Gambia, their visit inappropriately sandwiched somewhere between pre-dawn bird watching, an evening of chicken yassa and the ongoing finger count of tanning days left until their charter flight takes them home.

Tourist boat Juffureh Gambia TourismWith little historical or emotional investment in the village, the present day mass of tourists can, sadly, afford a take it or leave it attitude to the community. This was visibly demonstrated as the majority of visitors in my vastly over-sized group wandered through the streets with passive intrigue, or, worse, pity.

The attitude of this new breed of tourist sits at odds with the community’s inherited sense of entitlement that was stamped on the village by Haley, leaving the residents stuck somewhere between fame and fortune trying desperately to capitalise on the inundation of attention they never asked for but now seem unable to do without.

Gambia tourism gone bad: Juffureh’s hassle factor

Children Begging Juffureh Gambia TourismUnfortunately, this situation has translated into persistent begging, hassling and outright aggression that comes free with every interaction. Children are absent from school and bold enough to stalk you through the streets, hoping to seize on any tourism opportunity, crying out for sweets, books, pens, footballs or just plain old cash. With wide, pleading eyes, or a more visceral tug by a small hand slipped into yours to supply a brief bond, I was sadly sceptical that these charming practices had been perfected over time.

Shadowing us from the second we stepped onto the village banks, continually saying no to the children’s incessant begging was difficult. Sadly, my refusal was met with contemptuous scowls, the young beggars and touts not having perfected the skill of accepting rejection graciously – but why should they? They are children who have needs and who have been dragged prematurely into the modern tourism ways of this once traditional village.

Doing the best I could in the circumstances, I agreed to visit a handicraft stall run by one of the villagers. 500 Dalasi, I was told as I suddenly found a set of rudimentary lacquer bangles around my wrist, effectively shackling me to the shop. They were pretty in their simplicity, but at a cost of around £10, the price was extortionate even by the British High Street’s standards. Just about able to free the bangles from my wrist, I was once again left fighting off local anger as I started to walk away.

Unfortunately for me, the sales lady didn’t accept rejection well or, indeed, at all, and began to follow me down the street, her hand pulling on my arm as we went. Despite my significant experience fending off vendors in local markets around the world, I saw a fierce determination in the lady’s eyes. Recognising that her will was greater, I fractured under the pressure and agreed to buy. Some 15 minutes of hard bargaining later, I fled with my new (still way over-priced) bracelets, my one concession to the tourism trade in Juffureh, and one that I hoped was the least damaging.

The Juffureh slave trade museum (and my city’s shame)

Slave Museum Juffureh Gambia TourismWalking from the handicraft market, I soon found myself at the slave trade museum. It was one of the main reason I’d wanted to visit Juffureh.

Slavery was a subject I’d learned a lot about growing up in Liverpool. The confluence of my home city’s coastal location and the timing of the completion of its commercial docks in the early 1700s unfortunately positioned Liverpool as a hub for the slave trade. Shockingly, by the end of the 18th century, 40% of the world’s and 80% of the British Atlantic’s slave trade passed through Liverpool’s ports.

slavery street art Gambia Tourism

With the cloud of my own city’s shame hanging above my head, I spent a long time in the museum in Juffureh examining every last piece that was on display. Slowly, I wandered through the small space that clearly documenting how The Gambian people had been kidnapped and sold around the world as simple tender for such irrelevant luxuries as sugar and rum.

Slave sign Gambia TourismI grew more sad as my trip around the museum progressed but I came to realise I wasn’t just bothered by the evidence of the slave trade. It was the increasingly large stream of tourists who strolled into the museum showing little interest or concern beyond hiding from both the hassle and the heat outside.

Staring at the framed portrait of Haley, I can well understand his urge to find Juffureh, but as I watched tourists clicking cameras with detached apathy, I was angered on a new level and headed back to the dock.

Donating in Juffureh

School Donation Box Gambia TourismThere, I meet one of the guides and noticed that his dissatisfaction seemed to mirror my own. Together, we stood for several minutes in silence watching well-meaning tourists buying up piles of pens, pencils and sweets before depositing them in the conveniently located donation box.

“Do the books make it to the school?” I asked, breaking the mutual silence. My deep down suspicious was that the freshly purchased items would be placed back on the “for sale” table (ready for the next tourist influx) before our boat had even become a dot on the horizon. The guide paused before he answered, presumably searching for the right words. “The best way to donate to schools in The Gambia is to visit any other village than this one.” His response indirectly told me what I need to know about the trading style of Juffureh.

As we sailed back to Barra, thoughts of Juffureh lingered and I couldn’t help think that although the village may have escaped the harsh shackles of the slave trade, the tourist trade is no kind master either. About half way into our return journey, a school of dolphins joined us, skipping freely through our wake making me think once again about the people in the village, making me hope that one day they can find a rewarding, consistent and sustainable form of income that permits them a similar type of freedom.

Gambia Tourism – How to be responsible

  • Don’t give or buy sweets for children – vital nutrition should come from protein, carbohydrates and fruit and vegetables, not teeth-rotting and addictive sugary treats. If you’re not sure about this advice, consider this: if you were a parent and 50 or so strangers started plying your child with sweets on demand, how would you feel?
  • Find out where your money is going – does your donation or purchase go where you want? If not, a better alternative might be to donate to a charity where you’re confident your money will do the most good.
  • Try to balance your visits to a range of popular and less well-visited communities to get a broader feel for local life and reduce footfall in areas that see (and are therefore impacted most) by heavy levels of tourism.
  • Never hand out money – yes, you may have more and providing small amounts may seem like a harmless idea, but rewarding the act of begging only encourages more begging at the expense of developing more sustainable skills.
  • If you do hand out money….please don’t but if you do, then at least give the local currency. It may astound, but I saw several tourists hand over pound coins to the children. Juffureh doesn’t have a a bank or exchange facility so how these people thought their money could be used was beyond me. As it turned out, I spent 15 minutes buying back the villager’s pounds, exchanging them for Dalasi, but that won’t happen all the time.
  • Buy local products and services, but pay a fair price – not too dissimilar to begging, it’s important to realise that over-paying for handicrafts or services can be harmful too. Tourism can be a fickle industry and reliance on tourists overpaying can be detrimental if tourism levels drop. Equally, a dual system where locals and visitors pay different prices for the same item (negotiated taxi prices are a good example) can lead to visitors being given preferential treatment over residents.

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Jo Fitzsimons is a freelance travel writer who has visited over 60 countries. www.indianajo.com is the place where she shares destination details, travel itineraries, planning and booking tips and trip tales. Her aim: to help you plan your travel adventure on your terms and to your budget.

17 Responses

  1. Shelley Seale
    Shelley Seale at | | Reply

    Thank you for thisstory.

  2. David Levine, D.O.
    David Levine, D.O. at | | Reply

    An excellent and thoughtful post, Jo! I have lived in The Gambia most of the time since 2006, where I run a small charity supporting rural health clinics and sending kids to school.
    I also spend a fair amount of time in Casamance, the southern part of Senegal, and the contrast between the two countries is remarkable.
    I don’t see the same level of dependency in Casamance that I do in the more urban areas of The Gambia. Juffureh is a village, but a unique village; one where a culture of dependency has been created by the influx of tourists. If you were to visit more remote villages you would not find the same conditions. You would likely find people poorer, but more independent, friendlier in a genuine fashion, and more proud and self-reliant.
    Sadly, few Europeans interact with those villages. Having been “adopted” by a Mandinka family long ago, I have had the privilege of a window into the lives of ordinary villagers that few toubabs experience. There has also been the advantage of having personal translators, of course!!
    There are some excellent small charities that are doing good, selfless work in The Gambia. I would be happy to share with you.

  3. phil
    phil at | | Reply

    We’ve just visited over christmas 2016 and it’s exactly the same. I wondered why, after nearly 50 years of focus on this village after Roots, the place and the people seem to be in a very bad way. All the points you raised we felt exactly the same about and left on the boat feeling quite emotional and hoping they find a better more sustainable way for the future of the children and the village.

  4. Hamish Healys
    Hamish Healys at | | Reply

    What a sad commentary on the poor village of Juffureh on the North Bank of the Gambia River. Sometimes it gets to be so you can’t help but feel guilty for enjoying the luxury of travel.

  5. Kara
    Kara at | | Reply

    I have encountered some of the same kinds of problems on my travels although I can’t think of a time that I went to a place quite like Juffureh. Thank you for sharing this – I hope many people read these words of wisdom.

  6. Nic Green
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    Worthwhile post, Jo. It is a sad but good example of the difficulty of finding “authentic” travel experiences. I had a similar but not as bad experience in Santa Clara, Cuba, in 2012. It’s the main place to go for Che Guevara history, including his mausoleum, but it’s also the place that was the worst of 2 weeks in Cuba for people trying to sell tacky memorabilia, especially linked to Che’s life, and trying to overcharge for taxis etc. Che Guevara would surely have turned in his grave.

    It’s unfortunate that your experience in the Gambia made it harder to properly reflect on the slavery issue. As a UK citizen with a colonial past I appreciate that my country’s current wealth derives in part from that past. Whilst current citizens don’t need to be ashamed for things they didn’t do themselves, if they are still getting the benefit then it’s right that they should pay decent overseas aid. Just as well that the UK doesn’t really have a cost of living crisis (compare with the 42% unemployment of Cadiz in Spain!). Just try telling most people that. Maybe they should take their second annual holiday in somewhere more enlightening?

  7. rosa
    rosa at | | Reply

    HI Jo, another great article. I don’t have any answers to offer, but I like that you raise these issues. Maybe WorldVision or the like could set up some type of presence there….get the tourists to contribute toward child sponsorship or something….

    Keep up the great work!

  8. Katrina
    Katrina at | | Reply

    Very informative post. I could not agree more with your fourth tip to never hand out money because it “encourages more begging at the expense of developing more sustainable skills.” Unfortunately, government-funded welfare programs do this in our developed countries. Why work for a living if you can live off the taxpayer’s dime through a welfare program? This is a very thought-provoking post, and I’m glad you shared it.

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