Date: 18 February 1999 07:45
Subject:
News from West Africa

Hello everybody,
Ninety seven days and 18'095 kilometres later we arrived well in Lome the capital of Togo. On our way we used more than 2000 litres of diesel, 4 shock absorbers, broke one drive shaft, wore out 2 tyres, replaced one cylinder head gasket, spent lots of money and drank a countless amount of beer. Nevertheless we are still having fun.

A short account of the last two months:
Christmas and New Years we spent in Niamey capital of Niger. Herbert was down with a stomach bug and developed a rather funny way of following the call of nature in crowded places with no public toilets. Since that day we don't have a dishwashing bowl...
In Niamey we also had a good encounter with the police:

CHARGED FOR CORRUPTING THE POLICE:
We were driving through town when we heard a whistle blow. The next moment a police man jumped in front of our car and directed us to the side.
What happened next was a game we had played many times before and we knew so well: The police man slowly walked over to our car looking very serious. We on the other hand were trying hard to look innocent. In a loud voice and with a lot of gestures he explained the crime we have committed: turning without using the indicator. For us hardly a crime in a country where most of the cars don't even have an indicator.
The sentence for our serious offence was either a large fine paid in cash right then and there; the taking of our car into custody or torture in the dungeons of the police headquarters. We pleaded for forgiveness and put on our most innocent of faces. That softened the policeman's heart and he suggested that we talk about the price. What followed was more a scene from a Moroccan market - hard bargaining for a reasonable fine. It didn't take too long. Fifteen minutes later we had settled for a fine of a few CFA's (the currency in most West African countries). When we handed the

kids hanging around in Musas workshop
money over he mentioned that he had no receipt. We were not surprised. A few hundred metres further down the road a car pulled in front of us and made us stop. A man in a neat uniform walked up towards our car and identified himself as an officer of the national security police. He said that he had watched us bribing the policeman and was going to charge us for corrupting the police. Now I got worried. After a long debate in which I struggled a lot in my rural French, we settled on a deal: In order to prove that we were not guilty I would have to go back to the policeman and return with either the money or a receipt. As I walked back to where the policeman was I thought about this deal: he

would never give me back the money nor would he issue me with a receipt. So I took some money from my wallet, returned to the officer of the national security police and showed him some CFA's. He took the money, mumbled something about keeping it as evidence and added with a broad smile: 'but I can't give you a receipt'.
'May he burn in Hell' - were my thoughts when we drove off.

 

Shortly after New Years we left Niamey and drove towards Mali. We spent a few nights at the base of the massive walls of the Homborri mountains. Ed February and Andy de Klerk opened a route there last year (Harmattan Rodeo 8c+). We managed to do some bouldering and missed Fred Nicole by only a couple of days. In Mopti we had the chance to see the Paris-Dakar Rally and spent the night in their camp. It is impressive to see the whole circus and the organization that goes into it.

 

MUSA - 'THE MECHANIC'
It was also in Mopti where we had our first lesson on how to become a bush mechanic. On the way to Dogon country the bolts that hold the rocker assembly on the cylinder head came loose. The threads of all four cylinders were stripped! Four days we spent under the palm roof of Musa 'the mechanic'. We helped and more often watched how he made four sleeves from a steel tube used for domestic plumbing, cut threads and fitted them into the heads. All done with a hand drill. There was no electricity! It is still working (8000 km later) now. We had a good time with Musa. He is Muslim and it was during Ramadan. So we cheered him up by reminding him about the advantages of being a Muslim but he didn't share our enthusiasm for polygamy. He also couldn't understand our interest in the sleazy bars of Mopti. Despite the fact that he had never set foot in one of them, he knew them all and could tell us if we'd been ripped off with the beer prices.

Musa choosing the right tools for the job

STUCK IN NO-MANS LAND
We had enough of the desert and were looking forward to the tropics. So in Bamako/Mali we bought two very expensive visas for Guinea. We checked out at the border post in Mali and drove a couple of kilometres to the border post in Guinea. There they informed us that the border had been closed for over a month now and that they wouldn't be letting anybody enter the country now or in the near future. We turned around, anxious to see if they would let us back into Mali since we already had an exit stamp from there.
street scene in Cote d'Ivoire
HOUDINI - THE CHICKEN
In order to avoid stomach problems (it didn't work for Herbert - remember the dishwashing bowl) we had been careful and wary about what food we ate and followed the golden rules: only drink purified water, be careful with salads, no ice cubes, meat only when it is well cooked (i.e. it looks like shoe soles), etc…
For weeks we had avoided meat for the obvious reasons. It is sold in open-air markets covered with millions of flies while roasting in the sun. Potential buyers take the raw chunks of cow-, goat- or sheep meat, turn it around in their hands, evaluate it and if they don't like it throw it back onto the dirty table. Not very appetizing. But after nearly two weeks we were craving for some meat and the most
sensible thing to do was to buy the 'Thing' alive. So off we went to the market and with great enthusiasm we shopped around for a good fat chicken. After some bargaining and prodding we walked off with a fat -and in our opinion- healthy chicken. To make the handling of the chicken easier, the vendor had tied its legs together so I threw the chicken into the car and off we went, into the bush to look for a good spot to camp. Meanwhile, without us noticing, the chicken had done a little Houdini trick on us and freed itself from its ties. When we stopped and opened the door, it jumped out of the car and ran - ran for its life. While we had been looking for our camping place we had been discussing all the various options on how we could prepare the chicken and now it was running off into the bush! We took up the chase.
A while later we were sweating and covered with scratches from all the thorn bushes but had still had no luck. A local came by on his bicycle and at first watched our efforts with great amusement before he joined in our hunt. With his help we trapped the little Houdini quickly. From there everything went quickly: one quick picture and then it lost it's head and then the feathers. Anxiously we waited for our Houdini to roast. But what a disappointment! It was inedible - the bird was as tough as Indian rubber. A real African runner!

me cooking some steaks using the sand ladders as a braai gird.

(after our experience with Houdini we learned how to get fresh meat: they kill the animals early in the morning on market day - get there before the flies wake up!)

We spent about 3 weeks in Cote d'Ivoire were we found some deserted beaches, good food, wild roads and good company. We met Christine and Patrick, a Swiss couple in an old Land Rover, at one of the beaches. It was good to travel with someone whose car was in a worse condition than ours (at least that's what we thought). Herbert and I were rolling on the floor when we heard the story how Patrick got his head stuck in the High Lift Jack and lost a tooth a day before their departure. In France they had had to buy

earplugs because they got headaches from the engine noise. These stories made us forget all our worries about our car. From Abidjan we drove to Accra, Ghana. There we spent some time working on the car as Land Rover parts are cheap in Ghana.
The plan for the next couple of weeks is to get to Cameroon. On the 27th of February there are elections in Nigeria and by that time we want to be out of here. In Cameroon we will make further plans as to how we get to South Africa.

Right now we are enjoying the luxury of a camping site run by a Swiss woman in Lome. Yesterday we had Fondue Bourguignonne. Life can go on like this.....

So far so good. Besides some stomach bugs, hangovers and sun burns we are quite healthy. We also have good tans (although when we shower it always comes off).
I hope we'll get a lot of new messages and thanks for the ones we have gotten so far.
Enjoy the work

Axel and Herbert

in the rainforest at Cote d'Ivoire