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Travel Blogs from Grand Popo
Our visa runs out today and so we
headed for the Angolan Embassy first thing. On arrival we found they
had the visa's ready, in fact they said they were actually ready in
the Friday. We then left straight away to drive to Togo. On arrival
at the border we found it was utter chaos, we had to park in the
middle of the road and then walk into the different offices to get
cleared out. There was no logic to the layout and some of the ...
... and it wasn’t a pretty sight. In fact, that time I’d looked like I’d gone 10 rounds with Mike Tyson. This time I wanted to hit it on the head before it got unsightly.
We had a late start and headed towards the Benin border. It was an easy crossing and within about an hour we were headed to Grand Popo. It still makes me laugh thinking of the name of the place. A bit along the ...
... one all together and we rented one small fan room so that we all had access to a shower and made a beeline for the sun beds under the shade, hoping for a cool breeze off the lake. It was quite a large lake but appeared to be extremely shallow. There was an island on the far side to us and boatmen willing to ferry you around if you chose.
A few of the passengers headed of in a taxi to visit a Butterfly Sanctuary. I am no judge on the loveliness ...
... through Benin, including more orphanage time.
1. FAMILY TIME
I had three days on my own before my parents, Jen and Michelle arrived in Benin, which was spent entirely in Lokossa and mostly at the orphanage. Barely any preparation this year as we had such a small group and Prince did most of the organizing before I even arrived. He's an amazing guy. Our trips to Benin would not be the same without his tremendous ...
... fiction. And if not – well, its all true!
We were in Lokassa, a large town in South West Benin, pleasantly weary after a full morning of cycling. We had found a peaceful, out of town auberge where we spent a couple of hours washing our clothes in plastic buckets to work up an appetite for the walk into town to find some dinner. It had rained hard in the early afternoon, and the daylight had never regained its brightness. Dusk had spent most of the afternoon coming, ...