Welcome to Gambia.
Our plane arrived in Banjul at 3pm in the afternoon.
The moment stepping off the plane signalled a statement of intent: We will work in 35 degrees of sunshine.
There is no time difference beteween Gambia and the UK. This is the first time I have stepped off the plane not expecting any jet lag. Maybe the UK are running on Gambian time and not the other way round.
No sooner had I emerged from customs, I heard someone call out Mr Jackman. I turned to find a good friend whom I know back home. What are the odds? I knew she was in Gambia but I also know the population is 1.6 million!
The Gambians have welcomed me as their own. When asked my name, I replied Alexander.
Aha 'Alexander the Great!' they shouted.