Reflections from September and October, published in November: It took a couple weeks, but I eventually found it. My haven in a land that’s so foreign yet so simple. My way in. My key to a unique taste of Gambian culture. A place where some of the walls starkly dividing rich from poor, white from black, foreign from local come down. …At least for those 2 hours just before dusk when I concede to getting sweaty, sandy and bug-bitten playing volleyball. In a place where I’m an obvious foreigner, where I’m never quite sure if I’ve said too much, too little, too slowly or too quickly, sports...