Every other male I met “Had a go” – walking with me, telling me I should leave my boyfriend in favour of the harasser, asking me if I wanted Gambian babies, refusing to go away when I asked politely and getting angry with me. And I was modestly dressed in baggy trousers and long-sleeved tops, often with my head covered too, but it made no difference. I was on holiday for two weeks, but I didn’t leave the hotel room for the second week because it was so bad, even from the hotel staff. Women – just don’t go to the Gambia!
Location: Banjul, The Gambia