Paradise, Playboys and Ho's
Trip Start Aug 04, 2012
43Trip End Feb 14, 2013
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Sierra Leone was always going to be a highlight and I’m glad I stayed a few extra days (see pictures), but I am extremely jealous that the tour is continuing on and will be spending the next ten days travelling around this awesome country before heading towards Ghana. The people here are fantastic, as soon as we crossed the border they were only too happy to let us camp within their border compound for the night. Probably the friendliest border I’ve ever crossed. We were warned of a political rally taking part the next day in Freetown and that it may take a bit of time getting into the city. It took well over two hours and we probably covered little more than ten miles. It wasn’t a rally you and I know of or even a more typical African one or than again maybe this was more typical
The next day was quite odd as the last day of overland tours can sometimes be. Firstly the group staying on were struggling to get visas for Guinea, well the Brits were. Only days before, the British embassy had refused to issue the Guinean Presidents wife a visa in their capital Conakry and said she must apply in Freetown. Reason unknown. Obviously the Guineans are unhappy with the British and as visas politics are basically tit for tat they in turn weren’t granting British visas. Anyhow when the majority of the group spent four hours at the Guinean embassy in Freetown, I was at lunch in a local cafe where we got talking with the owner about politics. She got quite emotional about it and insisted I take a full size Nike football that she had received the previous day during the political rally from the vice president no less. I insisted that surely the kids here would like the football but she got offended until I accepted. She said it is to remind me of Sierra Leone when I was back home
I was hoping to stay with the group for a few days but due to the visa nightmare I took to my default plan and headed 20km south of Freetown to the paradise that is Cockle point at River No.2. There is no other word for it, paradise. I was a bit bummed out due to being back on my own and without my wingman but I couldn’t help but be lifted by my awesome little beach hut which overlooked the mountains and where breakfast was served on a sandy beach overlooking a clear river which promptly joined the Atlantic ocean. It was so good that I forgot to take photos of my hut!
This is where I spent my final four days in Sierra Leone. One good thing that came from the visa nightmare was that I had company for a few days which was much welcomed especially upon returning from the beach on Thursday afternoon. What we saw back at our tiny 'resort’ was no less than twenty bikini clad women surrounding one skinny white man
The rest of my time passed relatively peacefully. A few hours passed on a boat trip up the river, a few walking along empty beaches, a few reading a book with a monkey asleep on my lap. None of what’s happened here has really surprised me, it’s West Africa! I get the feeling Sierra Leone is in a place where people can really start to enjoy themselves finally. It’s incredible how a country with such a tragic past is bouncing off the walls today. Long may it continue. (literally right now Mr playboy/diamond man has walked into the cafe I’m at!).
After my last trip in East Africa I have done nothing but rave about the place. I always wondered what made that trip so amazing back in 2008
South America waits. Five new countries and the last continent for me to visit aside from Antarctica. I have no doubt it will be awesome for all its own reasons! Next stop Peru.