Hotel Ivoire Abidjan

... the business district are worth spending the money on. And if you really want to go local you can check into the rewly refurbished Hotel Ivoire, which is a sight to see in itself with its ice cream parlour, cinema and bowling alley. Sadly the ice rink, ...

Once the centre of Cote d'Ivoire's rich cultural heritage, the West of  the country, now governed by military groups or "rebels" operating under the banner Forces Nouvelles (A political grouping includes three military groups ...

... seen the slabs and tasted the salt from those ancient extinct seas. It is a strange kind of time travel.   As we approached Abidjan the sun was setting and the air over the city was heavy with dusty humidity. It seemed we were descending from clear ...

... . Paul Tia comes by shortly thereafter with a battered orange taxi. The driver is the husband of a woman who attends services in Abidjan. The car shudders alarmingly as we start up. The clutch is nearly gone. We drive out of the center of Abidjan toward ...

... shuttle bus that drove me and one other client to the Ibis Plateau. I was curious to see if anything would look different in Abidjan after the recent armed conflict in the city. Everything looked quite clean, as such cities go, and I could see no signs ...

... tell from their big white UN vehicles. Back on the road, we continued dodging potholes until we made it back to Abidjan. We pulled up to the hotel just about sundown. I has been a very full, and fairly tiring three days. I’m going to be early ...

... the day is lost) and started out toward La Mé. We stopped along the way to pick up Paul's youngest daughter on the outskirts of Abidjan. She’s a very bright 11 year-old, and was very excited to ride out to La Mé for the church service. I was very ...

... it's probably best viewed from high above.   We arrived on time about 7:00 pm, shortly after nightfall. The Abidjan airport is very modern and everything still works well: air conditioning, lights, luggage carousels etc.  I cleared ...

Today included a baptism, the last part of camp, and our onward travel to Abidjan in Côte d'Ivoire, through which we have to transit to get to Cameroon.   Daniel and I were up and out the hotel door at 6:30 this morning. Mr. Fiaboé, and Pierre ...

... . There were rather red but happy Russians faces that finally boarded the flight to Cote d'Ivoire. The flight passed without incident, and we arrived in Abidjan only a little late. Immigration and customs went quickly and efficiently as they do in ...

... asked a parting blessing on everyone and comfort for the bereaved and then piled back in our taxis for the drive back to Abidjan. Before going to the hotel we drove to the other end of the city where Michel Tia works at the direction of the CNRS. Several ...

... , because of their mercurial political and military situation.  I feel like it is necessary to take the measure of Abidjan every time I come.   I didn't feel uncomfortable at all making my way around, through normal precautions were observed: ...

... took our leave of each other, and I went to check in. The TSA lock on my (brand new) suitcase didn't survive the trip to Abidjan, so I can't lock my suitcase. Since this will be a multi-leg journey, I decided to have by suitcase wrapped in plastic film to ...

... , fired into an angry crowd a few years back during "the war" as it's called here.  No one outside Cote d'Ivoire batted en eye.  I think it was eighteen killed plus more wounded; no international outcry.  Imagine if US troops did anything ...

... , and I changed back into my church clothes.  By this time it was 4:00 and time for me to start back to Abidjan.  I made a few comments to the whole group which had reassembled.  I encouraged them to keep the faith and continue doing as ...

... nbsp; I would love to have taken a photo of the scene, but I didn't dare with tempers still hot and Abidjan soldiers notoriously skittish about having their photo taken. A few years back one overconfident French photo journalist was peremptorily shot ...