Our featured blogger, Kathryn Burrington, visits Senegal's notorious slave trading port and finds hope and joy where there was once great brutality
The boat leaves Dakar and, not before long, Gorée Island comes into view. Pastel coloured, European-style buildings, palm trees, blue skies and blue seas. The scene is like no other I have seen in West Africa.
The tiny island of Gorée, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, lies 3km off the coast of Dakar, the capital city of Senegal. Its pretty appearance gives no clue to the horrors that once occurred here when it was a warehouse for the slave trade. Thousands, if not millions, were kept here before being transported to Europe and the Americas over the three centuries during which the slave trade flourished. Portuguese, Dutch, French and British all fought and killed each other to gain control of this island.
Today the island serves as a reminder of these atrocities and a visit to the only remaining slave house and the museum is a must for any visitor. As a white European it was impossible to go there without feeling extremely uncomfortable.
The description of how the slaves were treated is hard to hear. We are told how the slaves were chained at the neck and arms with a heavy iron ball attached. They were released just once a day from their cells which measures just 2.6 m by 2.6 m, each containing between 15 to 20 men. The ill and the dead were thrown into the sea for the sharks to feed on. Families were split up, with women and children each being kept in a separate part of the slave house. For young women there was one means of escape. Any that became pregnant by the slave masters were released either on the island or in Saint Louis.
The slaves were kept here in the most inhumane conditions for up to three months. When their turn came they were stripped naked and herded out into a courtyard for the buyers to observe them from the balconies.
As we look around we are shown a door way which is said to have been the way through which slaves passed as they left to board the boats that would take them away from their homeland. Conditions on the boats were as bad, if not worse, than on the island. Millions are believed to have died being transported from Africa.
Today Gorée Island is a place of tranquillity, with no cars and virtually no crime. There is one hotel and a few B&Bs where you can stay with local families but most only come for the day. For many it is a place of pilgrimage and to all it serves as a reminder of the human atrocities that once occurred here and throughout much of West Africa.
Outside the museum the sun is shining and I photograph the striking statue of two slaves – a celebration of freedom. I wonder through Gorée’s pretty narrow streets enjoying the warmth of the sunshine. The sadness lifts a little. As I pass the locals give me a welcoming smile and are happy to be photographed.
There is a wonderful feeling of calmness here, especially when you compare it to the hectic city life of Dakar. Not all the visitors to Gorée are tourists as city dwellers also use it as a place to relax. During a wonderful lunch in a restaurant overlooking the beach I watch a large group of children arrive by boat. A school day out perhaps? Before long they are splashing about in the water. It is obviously quite a novelty for them. Shouts of joy and laughter fill the air.
Such a mixture of memories that will be with me forever.
I had been writing for various websites and a couple of magazines for a number of years. In 2011, I brought some these articles together to start my own blog, Travel with Kat. Through this blog I share my joy of discovering new lands, cultures and friends whether exploring Britain or on my travels many miles away.