A quiet night path traces along the water’s edge, where bare feet brush fallen leaves and hooves echo softly through the reeds. The bamboo grove murmurs with distant birds, while a village breeze carries cricket song across the stream. A lighthouse lamp pulses in the deep waves, and an owl calls once from the cypress trees. Calm and steady as a sleeping river, this walk eases the body into the hush of a summer night in Serekunda.