African Queen Lodge Abidjan

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... Nairobi-Guangzhou flight, but th**e w**e also Indians, Kenyans, Congolese, and a few folks from the West. We flew first to Lagos. As we pulled up at the t**minal I knew pretty well from the years I cov**ed *****ia for my church, and in spite of all the kind people I know in *****ia, I was a bit relieved not to be getting off the plane. This is a rough neighborhood, like the one toward which I was heading: the Congo, but that, at least, won't ...

... We drove the rest of the way back to Abidjan slaloming around potholes as we went. Again some stretches of road were good and some were quite bad. We finally arrived back about 4:30 pm in time for everyone to get home before dark. It has been quite an expedition to Man and back, one I'll probably need to make again at least once this year. After Paul and Diaby left, I got settled in and cleaned up and then took a local taxi to a shopping center to ...

... of the cart. We didn't hit too hard, but it was hard enough to knock the cart forward, out from under the barrel full of water. The barrel landed upright. The cart, projected forward rather forcefully, had a wooden support piece broken, the car a broken corner light, and the cart man had a very belligerent attitude. Fulgence got out and the cart-man began yelling and then shoving him around hotly. Passersby intervened to separate them ...

... gets in West Africa. The half-hour drive into Abidjan went without any problems and Paul Tia was waiting for me in the Hotel Ibis lobby. I checked in and then we discussed our plans for the next few days. Tomorrow I will meet with two groups of people, one in the morning in Abidjan, and then our congregation in La Mé in the afternoon. Sunday we plan to start our expedition to Man about 400 or 450 km from Abidjan. That will be a three day trip in all.

... we packed into the car and headed west. On Saturday the festival was in full swing and we all headed down to the main street in Cape Coast to watch the parade of chiefs. The annual Fetu Afahye festival ends with the parade where the chiefs are carried down the main road in Cape Coast and then they ceramonally sit on wooden stools to re-affirm their power as local leaders. It was a wonderfully colourful and exciting affair, and Emily, Marc and Olivier were busy working snapping pics ...

... asked Paul what happened to so his son, Anicet. The young man worked several days a week in Alepe, a town of some importance not far from La Mé. He helped with grocery parcels in the market. Anicet had had a good breakfast, and didn't complain of any discomfort. He went off to work. Later in the day Paul received a cell phone call from the market. His son had said he was a bit tired and was going to lie down for a few minutes. He never got back ...

... plane was on time (!). It was a MD87 in good shape; the flight to Abidjan took almost exactly one hour. We flew along the coast from West to East. I recognized a few places along the way; I've traveled much of this path on the road many times between Accra and Lomé. It's better to fly. We were only about 8 to disembark at Abidjan; the plane was going on to Conakry and Dakar. Formalities went quickly; there is no need for a visa in Côte d'Ivoire - that ...

... taxi brousse...Ils en conviennent d'un aquiessement léger mais suffisant. Grâce au ciel, l'un d'eux -le caporal- emporte sa Kalach (vous savez déjà ce que c'est! car JP a empéché GG, plusieurs fois, d'en ramener une pour 150&euro;, 2 chargeurs fournis). En bons reporters, nous proposons la photo des guérilleros avec nous. Ils acceptent, appellent un de leur compères qui s'exécute en prenant une belle photo! On est ravis, notre article prend forme! Nous ...

... 15 minutes while someone went to retrieve my suitcase. When it arrived I ripped the plastic off, and opened the case. I went through my hand luggage, moved a paperback and a few things I could do without into the big suitcase. I sometimes wear a Kenyan safari vest when I fly in Africa; the many pockets are useful for carrying and dissimulating things. While the two agents were busy with other clients, I really took advantage of my vest: I put ...