La Casa del Papa
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- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Free parking
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Left Togo and entered Benin. Our first
stop was in the town of Ouidah. Here they have the restored
Portuguese slaving fort dating from 1721 which has been turned into a
slaving museum. The fort is a bit of an oddity since it was a
Portuguese enclave in the French controlled country of Benin. This
lasted until the last ...
... the head of the department, afterwards to report what had happened and he said his boss believed him. He told Ismail that he too had experienced something similar quite a few years previously, he had found a water containing fruit, similar to a coconut, in someone’s abdomen.
Well, need to close up as this plane is about to land and will need to disembark soon for what is sure to be an ‘interesting’ visit to ...
... French woman. Camped.
3rd February The truck drove to a stilt village. I didn't fancy it, so guarded the truck with Niamh (who is down with truck sickness), Gillian and Cade. We were in fly hell! I went to a local bottleshop for our 'refreshments' - the girl working there proposed marriage. We bypassed Cotonou ('Mouth of the River of Death') to bushcamp on a palm-oil farm. It must be a good line to be in, as there were several millions pounds worth of tractors etc ...
... hours were over and we had to scramble to get their forms in with ours.
By that time it was sweltering and we headed back to the campsite.
The following day we all headed back in again. This time Drew took the coastal route which made things a bit more interesting. All along the beach were small rustic fishing villages and quite often the whole town was out hauling in the veerrryyy long nets. When we arrived at the Embassy we were told that for just ...
... sauce and fish along with a couple of beers, and were about to recommence a game of Scrabble, when a man appeared from the neighbouring rondavel and came to shake our hands. He introduced himself as Richard, and welcomed us to Benin. He was very smartly dressed. It was Sunday, and the whole town had their smart clothes on, but even so Richard stood out. He had new, shiny brown shoes, suit trousers and a finely tailored print shirt, and brought out his leather wallet within ...