A town called Mandiana 350km
Trip Start Sep 05, 2012
70Trip End Dec 22, 2012
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We headed for kankan and because we were feeling a little dehydrated we decided it might be a good idea to stay there and then attempt the cote divore border in the morning.
It was a fairly challenging ride, the road was broken tarmac or a sea of potholes! Progress was slow but were getting used to it now. It's so tiring as you have to constantly concentrate, drift and one of these dongas will have you off!
We hit kankan by lunch so decided to push onto Mandiana, the closest town to the cote di vore border. In kankan a nice chap recommended a place called madam silvies to stay (remind me to hunt him down one day!) he said it was a motel...like a hotel
As we get more north there's a lot more police and soldiers around and far less friendly. Lots of hints for a cold drink... We're getting good at dumb faces and even flipping to Spanish... Ke, No comprende!
The road was dirt all the way, we stopped to do our occasional good deed and push monolithic puegots packed to twice the height of the car out the mud! To be fair we owe a few people!
Mandiana is not a nice place, quite intimidating and not friendly. Madame silvies is a shebeen of sorts with rooms, we have no choice as it getting dark so we stay. A few drunks around and one in particular takes a keen interests in us. We do the no comprende thing again but it doesn't work and he's in our faces. Some of the locals are clearly tell him off but without success. It's then suggested we go to our room to wash, we do and we stay there!
With every dark cloud... The man in the room next door speaks no English but tries to start a conversation. 20mins later he's called a guy who can speak some English who comes over to help us out, they clearly are looking after us and trying to make us feel welcome (unfortunately its not happening).
Adrian feels crap and we just want to sleep so the guy drives us around town to get some cokes, bread and water. Another lovely person for the hall of fame, thank you Mohammed.
We were proper chicken shit!
Rooms a dump, 100 degrees with its own mosquito colony! Bring on Cote di vore!