Day 218: Nigeria, Solo
After getting to the hotel, I had worked for an hour or so on getting a video speech for my mate Michelle’s wedding uploaded onto YouTube, so it was light…
Day 217: Songs For The Deaf
Frederick offered me a lift over the border on his bike, so at the cock’s call, we were hurtling towards Niger at a great rate of knots. There is a…
Day 216: The Land of Honest Men
Once dawn had crept up on us unawares, the driver finally took us to our destination. A bus journey to the next town and then – as there were no…
Day 215: Ben In Benin
An exceedingly frustrating day – first up, the Niger embassy was closed because it’s Independence Day over there at the moment. It’s going to be closed tomorrow as well. So…
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…