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The Chimpanzees Of River Gambia National Park

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Owaru pointed into the dawn as it shook its wan greys into the golden beams of a warm morning. “The hippos have taken the rice fields back now. Theirs again”.

The idea of marauding hippos was an interesting one as I perched on a caked wave of soil. A woman stood as a wobbling island amid pools of old rice paddy that reflected dawn like a mirror. If the hippos decided they didn’t want us in their paddies, running wouldn’t be an option. Although strangely, after spending a day with Owaru I felt immeasurably calm. His mild presence like a heavy blanket that comforted me.

The Chimpanzee Rehabilitation Project (CRP)

Owaru, a retired chimpanzee expert and village shaman, started work at the CRP as a boy in the early eighties. Now he dips in occasionally. Purely for the enjoyment of spending time with the chimps and educating tourists.

Stella Brewer’s idea to create a space for orphaned chimpanzees in the 1960s led to a decade-long search for the right spot. In 1979 with Janis Carter’s help, the first chimpanzee group was brought to River Gambia National Park. Today almost 150 chimps roam free in different troops across the river’s Baboon Islands. The CRP monitors them and provides extra food. While the thick gallery forest that drops straight into the currents of a wide section of the River Gambia keeps them safe from poachers.

Working with local communities is a cornerstone of the project. In fact, Janis, who now leads the project, remarked twenty years ago that “The best hope is to forge a relationship between people and chimps living close to them.” Today, a maximum of four visitors can also stay overnight. This supports seven nearby villages who have made continual sacrifices for their wild neighbours. Owaru and his expertise is a product of that deep collaboration over more than forty years.

Out On The Water

After a five hour drive inland from Gambia’s coastal resorts, I made the final hop to camp via a thirty minute boat trip up river from Wassu. Special adventures always follow an arrival by boat. And as I stepped into CRP’s jettied headquarters its rich wooden panels, mosquito-netted windows and hand drawn posters threw me back into another time. A few rooftop solar panels the only giveaway that it was January 2026.

After a lunch of chicken yassa, we launched back onto the water. The afternoon’s sun was already losing its pinch as Owaru tillered around the first island. A critically endangered red colobus monkey, ethereally beautiful with its red cape, sallow complexion and hollow eyes, surveyed our progress from above.

“Chimp!” I gasped, fumbling binoculars. A baby pulled leaves around its face while mum picked food from lower branches. Next, a large male hung out towards us, reaching for berries over the water. Owaru knew almost every single one of the fifteen apes we spotted by name. He was particularly fond of an old male saved from a circus, who approaches the waterside most evenings looking for an easy meal. As we exchanged a glance, there seemed to be something akin to human sorrow in his eyes.

As the chimpanzees dipped in and out of the light and shade of their forest, so my mood swung. First, as I experienced the joy of spotting another character before then hearing their rescue story. All with the same plot: Exploitation or injury at the hand of humans. The nuances across a broad spectrum; from outright malice and profiteering through to the simple fear of sharing habitat. Of course, there were also new faces amid the trees who were untarnished by history. Chimps born on the islands live well, while protected from harm.

In fact, the CRP’s biggest challenge is how to deal with its own success. Breeding continues on the islands and the growing troops are hugely territorial. Eventually they will outgrow their home.

The Supporting Cast

While chimps take a leading role at the CRP, River Gambia National Park is a dream wildlife destination. As a misty sunset performed against the oil-slick water I watched for three types of crocodile, hippos and over 250 species of bird. At dusk, the ape’s whoops grew louder as they settled to sleep. Hippos’ watery snuffles broke the increasing darkness and egrets made V-shapes across a deep purple sky. Dinner was candle-lit and a solar powered lantern guided me up the steep path through dancing tree shadows to bed.

After a night of bright stars, mysterious howls and a six o’clock alarm call from a stone partridge running across my tent roof, I watched darkness slowly bleach into daytime with large sips of flask coffee.

A dawn bush walk with Owaru was my final treat. A large troop of grey baboons scurried away from us as we walked. More red colobus monkeys played in the trees around our heads and a Senegal Parrot sat aloft against the white sky. As we approached a glistening marshland, hundreds of African Jacana’s foraged and chirruped in the early light.

“We have to show people. If they experience it, they care. And if they care they will help us protect it.” Owaru’s wise words spilled into the watery world around us. A pair of nearby red-throated bee-eaters systematically flicked wasps into their beaks, their colours brightening with each second as the sun crawled upwards.

How To Spend Two Weeks In The Gambia

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What started as a quest for some winter sun, resulted in an unforgettable adventure.

Despite only being six hours’ flight from London and in the same time zone, The Gambia is so much more than a fly-n-flop destination. While tourists have visited The Smiling Coast since the 1960s searching for warmer winter temperatures, sea views and friendly people, it’s only more recently that the country has seen a surge in eco-tourism.

Opportunities for authentic exploration beyond Gambia’s coastal strip are growing and are arguably the more responsible path to take. Instead of giving all our tourist dollar to companies like Tui offering all-inclusive deals with hotels that aren’t Gambian owned, booking directly with local tour operators allows for wider spread of income to Gambians and a more diverse experience.

Base At Bakotu Hotel

Base camps don’t come better than Bakotu. My secluded room was expertly arranged in planted gardens. Inclusive breakfasts were a leisurely affair and whole days of recuperation were encouraged. The jewel in its crown? A wonderfully secluded wooden deck that overlooks Kotu creek and its birds. It was a joy to observe sunrise, sunset and everything in between from this spot. Birds of prey perched just above my head at dawn. Sun squirrels and vervet monkeys played and ate around me all day. I even caught a glimpse of a civet through the tall bamboo in dusky twilight.

A Day With Yabouy Home Cooking

Ida and her four daughters-in-law run this female-led business from their family’s compound near Tanji. Visitors learn how to cook chicken yassa and nutty domodo, both staples of Gambian cuisine, while our money goes back into community education and development. Ida’s passion for her culture shines through in all the activities, which include buying fresh ingredients from the fish market, cooking, beading and dancing on full bellies after lunch.

Overnight Stay In River Gambia National Park

Five hours drive inland from Gambia’s coastal resorts, chimpanzees roam free on three islands in the middle of River Gambia National Park. Set up in the seventies as a rescue centre for abused and injured chimps, it has become one of the world’s most successful conservation stories. The CRP has always trained and employed locals to monitor and care for the chimps. Today, seven local communities benefit from visitors spending a night or two in their spacious tents. I visited for one night, hosted by Owaru. Project Leader and local shaman. My stay included two hours boating around the islands at sunset to spot chimps, dinner by candlelight at the river’s edge and a dawn hike to search for baboons, birds and the endangered Western Red Colobus monkey.

Fathala Wildlife Reserve, Senegal

Travelling across the border into Senegal via a quick visit to Gambia’s capital, Banjul, makes for a long day. Although like most trips that take a little effort, it’s worth it. While France and Britain apportioned borders to these newly independent countries across the region in the early sixties, the roots of its ethnic groups remained. My guide Abdoulie whose family were Fula, explained to me that he still feels closer cultural ties to a Senegalese Fula person, than he would a Mandinka Gambian. Of course, the complexities of The Gambia’s history can’t be fully explored in one day. Though at face value it was interesting to pick up on the cultural differences in language, religion, currency and even approach to education at the land border into Senegal.

Fathala works hard to protect the extremely rare Western Giant Eland. We took an open top safari route that focused on birds, the eland and rare Red Patas monkeys. However, I’d strongly suggest not requesting their ‘lion walk’ – a controversial activity they still offer, sadly due to tourist demand.

Guided Birding

The Gambia is a birder’s paradise. While I saw many birds from the comfort of my hotel (sometimes even my sun lounger!) exploring the nearby countryside with a guide was an experience in itself. The Gambia Bird Watcher’s Association trains young people for two years, with the aim of creating jobs in eco-tourism. Their headquarters at Kotu bridge offer excursions from a few hours to whole weeks of birding as packaged deals with a guide. I spent three separate days birding with a guide at both coastal and inland locations, spotting over a hundred species from huge owls to tiny kingfishers.

A Dual-Stay Holiday?

As it was my first time in The Gambia I hadn’t considered a dual stay. I definitely will next time. Others I met were staying at Bakotu for a week then heading to one of the inland eco-lodges for daily river excursions and wildlife spotting. As well as visits to different market towns. Another great idea to make sure our tourist spend goes even further into communities beyond the coastal strip.

Of course, The Gambia had what I originally wanted in droves: Sun with a sea breeze, lovely beaches and welcoming people. Although it’s also a fantastic holiday destination for the more curious traveller. Stepping out of the hotel often, supporting local businesses and making an effort to research local taxis, guides and tour operators makes for a more responsible visit.

Birding & Beyond In The Gambia

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“Their screeches in the night made me believe my mother”. Lamin reminisced as he navigated the dried clay of Kotu Creek. “As a child you heard the eagle owls. It was a bad omen.”

I smiled warmly as I followed him. Now an expert bird guide in his early forties, he was still very much Mandinka. A boy of the inland farms along the River Gambia. Although while he was once fearful of the animals around his house, his concerns now grew for their rehabilitation and protection in rural communities that are still entrenched in superstition.

Lamin searching for birds in Kotu Creek

Many birds in Gambia hold negative associations that can limit enthusiasm for their defence. Vultures as the harbingers of death, owls and nightjars carrying bad luck in flight, and the ubiquitous Senegal Coucal as a keeper of snakes in its nest. Others, like the Red-billed Fire Finch and Saddle-billed Stork are thought to bring health and wealth. A mixed bag of luck for a phenomenal array of birds that most countries Gambia’s size could only dream about.

I explored with Lamin three times over two weeks. First, into the coastal creek next to my hotel. Here we watched Black Herons perform their famous fishing dance; Giant Kingfishers drop into the still water like darts hitting the bullseye; and Blue-cheeked Bee-eaters swirl high overhead catching flies on the midday thermals.

Our second excursion threw up cooler temperatures and softer light. A sunrise walk around Mandinaba rice fields, followed by very specific searches for feeding birds and resting owls in Farasuto Forest and the arid grasslands near Pirin. Here, Purple Turacos nestled, almost invisible in high trees; fantastical looking bearded barbets swooped their route along single tree-lined paths; and glamorous warblers, flycatchers and kingfishers kept council in low-slung shrubs.

Our final day together, we spotted around Tanji coastal reserve and surrounding wetlands. Its mud already crisping over at the edges into dry season. There, ospreys hunted the waters. Their wings like barn doors scooping air as they rose, clawing fish away from prying eyes. In fact, it was rush hour in the skies. Caspian terns, the world’s largest, darted and dipped together alongside pelicans, pigmy cormorants and countless egrets. In between these giants, a few types of swallow darted and flicked, catching insects caught up in the movement of larger wing beats.

Lamin’s passion for the natural world bounced out of his body as bundles of nervous energy. Quick steps to catch up with flight, abrupt hissing to focus on any birdsong and excited stories of the ongoing partnership between the UK and Gambia, as they look to protect birds that mean so much to both countries. Long before the existence of the RSPB, Gambia’s Birding Association, Chris Packham’s visits and the recent surge in eco-tourism, Britain to West Africa was a flyway for many migrating birds.

Although what happens next is far bigger than the birds, or kuno as they are called in Mandinka. Gambia is at a crossroads. With a general election in 2026, its people are highly charged with democratic responsibility and equally ready to take it. The country’s steadily growing GDP depends increasingly on tourism, while subsistence farming and agriculture still support over three quarters of the population and so, the usual challenges arise. All development isn’t good development. Not everything parcelled up as ‘progress’ will be in the best interests of Gambians and indeed, their wildlife.

Lamin was more than a bird guide. As he became a friend I realised that he personified this change. Still Mandinka. Tied to his local community roots but not necessarily religious nor superstitious. Outspoken and ambitious on matters of equal education for women and job opportunities for young people in both coastal and inland towns. Embedded in the birding community but with an innate awareness of nature and seasons that only comes from generations of farming the land.

Sharing wild moments with Lamin gave me more than new birding knowledge. It offered me a window into his perspective. What work’s well in his world and what he wants to improve. Many years before, against his father’s wishes, Lamin’s mother had pushed all her children into school. Lamin was most proud of the fact he had found a job that was also his love. Purpose that most of us spend decades chasing.

“Now all I need is a girlfriend eh!” Lamin’s chuckles crackled through the stillness of the warm afternoon along the creek, as we strolled through its high grasses swaying in the Atlantic breeze. Wire-tailed swallows danced above and a Blue-bellied Roller, barely there in the shade of a large Boabab tree, watched us watch the birds.