Hotel Nouvelle Pergola
Travel Blogs from Abidjan
... licks. It was a confirmation that our efforts were not in vain, despite all the sweating and various other technical, logistical, and emotional hurdles we had all endured to reach this place in time.
Unfortunately the next morning we had to leave early to get everyone back to Abidjan in time for various flights (Tim, the film crew, me). But even more exciting news, one last check of the cameras showed that the same pygmy hippo visited the trap ...
... Spanish and French) was also spitting out German, just to make things even more complicated. The entire meeting which we were attending was of course in French, but since it was about Anthrax and disease I understood most of it. Then there was a lot of hand-shaking and cheek kissing and greeting people and such, and the grand finale was a drink by the pool.
By this time it was almost dark and I didn't really want to travel across Abidjan ...
... on the luggage collection belt, since when I flew from the USA to Windhoek, Namibia two years previously NONE of my six pieces of checked baggage made it to my destination with me. I went through immigration where they immediately inquired as to the whereabouts of my visa. I tried to explain, in my extremely terrible and broken French, that someone was waiting outside with the visa. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Someone was waiting outside, but they had ...
... driver announced that the low-gasoline-light had gone on. I thought of the time spent driving the wrong direction. “We need a few liters to get back to a gas station” he told me. We found a house that had gas for sale in old whisky bottles and bought two liters (half a gallon) at a substantial markup.
We had to stop again in Abidjan and put some more gas in, but at least it was at a less outrageous price. Arriving back at ...
... interested and ask many questions.
About 1:00 we broke for lunch. Paul had ordered lunch at a neighboring restaurant and went to fetch it: rice and beef in a local sauce. I’m not always averse to local cuisine, and enjoy some of it, but after looking it over, I decided I wouldn’t take the risk. I wished them all bon appetite, and gave my portion to Caesar who was delighted with the gift.
Half an hour or so later, we started ...
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Wheelchair accessibility