Day 214: Togo-A-Go-Go!
I had a chance to charge up my batteries and check my e-mails for the first time in God-knows-how-long. There was no way of progressing past Benin before the embassies…
Day 213: Rockatansky!
Aja and I had a good chat over breakfast about the future of Cote D’Ivoire. She says that she’s as optimistic as she can be about the elections in November…
Day 212: Wined and Dined in Cote D’Ivoire
I. LOVE. COUCHSURFING!!! Sorry, just had to get that off my chest. Now, where was I?Oh yes, Danané, Cote D’Ivoire.Got to the bus station for 6am. The minibus didn’t leave…
Day 211: Into Rebel Territory
The driver fixed the tyre around 3am and we got into Ganta ten minutes later. I tried to check into a hotel for a few hours, but the cheapest place…
Day 210: V is for Visa
Shadi woke me up at the reasonable time of 7am and I made ready to do my thang – first off to the bank for readies (which I couldn’t get…
Day 209: His Darkest Days
The popcorn was sweet. Just like Sierra Leone.I sprung out of bed at the unholy hour of 4am, because that’s when I heard that the bus left for Monrovia, the…
Day 208: The Brain Drain
It was an early start as I left the comfort of Paul and Helga’s place, said my hearty cheerios and headed to the Liberian embassy to buy myself a visa.…
Day 207: In Tidy Attire
Had a bloody superb Sunday. Nowt to do, I slept in, uploaded my videos, wrote some blog, chatted to Mand, HAD A BATH! Oh yeah, this is my kind of…
Day 206: Drunk n’ Laughing
I was reading a book recently about a deaf guy who worked for the Peace Corps in Zambia. It was a ripping yarn, but one thing that he said stuck…
Days 202 to 205: The Journey to Freetown
Day 202: The Wheels On The Bus Go FWAP FWAP FWAP 21 July 2009 As the dawn was breaking ahead of us (myself and two guys from my shared taxi)…