Ibis Abidjan Marcory

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... excited that we had come; their two teenage sons seemed a bit dazed that something like that could happen because of one's religious beliefs. Before leaving, I also took a photo of their old mother seated at her morning fire. I found it a fascinating shot. We were down to a quarter of a tank of diesel and there had been none in Man, so Diaby said we would buy some in Douékoué just back across the former front line. There were several service stations ...

... Some days.... I'll have to look for a cyber-café on the way out of town. Breakfast this morning at the Ibis was a typical scene of culinary chaos. Breakfast in this hotel is buffet only, à la française, but by the time I got there at 8:30 there was practically no food left on the buffet, no eggs, no potatoes, no fruit, just ham, croissants and a chocolate filled pastry called pain au chocolat (which is not as painful as it might look in ...

... incidents four or five times at this airport. I was more worried about a delay in the flight than anything else, and in the end there was no bomb. Fortunately my flight left from a part of the terminal far enough away from the suspicion that we were able to board and depart on time. I sat next to a French Canadian couple from a rather remote area of their province. I think they said Abitibi, but I'm not sure - their accent was very difficult for ...

... checks by the army, we enjoyed a bumpy ride down the highway for a good eighty some kms. We left the main road and travelled down a secondary highway that made the roads in Saskatchewan look good and once that pothole smashed a window, we were forced to pull over. Mind you, if the lady hadn't yelled at the driver for a couple of minutes, I am sure he would have kept going anyways. It took us between 3 & 4 hours to get to Divo and once we did arrive, it was ...

... in mud, covering my shoes, and then as I got into the taxi the zipper on my top burst open like a pinata after being whacked by hyperactive children. But I remained calm as my entire backside was exposed and called Sossah to ask him to bring me a back-up top from my room, and thanked the almighty that I had my backpack to cover my newly naked topside. After a few minutes in the ladies room at the conference hall I had managed to fix my zipper and had resolved not to sit down or ...

... and trust in God. After the Bible Study, I met with two men who had traveled about 200 miles from the West of Côte d'Ivoire to meet with us. One had received church publications in the 1980 and had completed the old Bible Correspondence Course. He had never had any physical contact and had finally ended up a pastor for a Sunday-observing church. But he told me he always knew he should be keeping the Sabbath and finally decided he would start ...

... les ports du monde. A 8:30, nous localisons la chose et sommes reçus par une équipe aussi jeune que dynamique. Quelques papiers supplémentaires, on nous dit que la décision finale d'empotage (c'est comme çà qu'on appelle "charger un container") nous sera confirmée à 14:00. Confiants, rassurés, nous prenons un taxi pour visiter la ville, après en avoir bien entendu, discuté les émoluments ! Vraiment pas cher, mais nous ne dirons rien pour ...

... pard). Arrivée à Bouaké 400 km plus loin, 6 heures plus tard, nous n'avons rien déboursé). Nous lâchons Kalach'Man à l'entrée de Bouaké, l'autre propose de nous accompagner jusqu'à la limite sud de la zone de non-droit. Nous n'hésitons même pas un seul instant: nous acceptons avec le sourire. Au dernier poste, notre garde sort du véhicule et s'ensuit un échange très vif avec les guerriers locaux des Forces Nouvelles. Il sort un billet de sa poche et devra ...

... inside at the first security table, and once again as I left the check-in area. I hadn't filled in my middle name on the exit form; I was made to do so. Ten steps forward and I arrived at the official immigration desk where my visa was checked and my passport and boarding pass were stamped. Two steps past the desk, a plain clothes official appeared and required me to produce them again. Twenty more steps, at the security checkpoint, another ...