Back to Abidjan

Trip Start Jan 13, 2013
1
13
23
Trip End Feb 04, 2013


Loading Map
Map your own trip!
Map Options
Show trip route
Hide lines
shadow
Where I stayed
Ibis Abidjan Plateau
Read my review - 3/5 stars

Flag of Cote D  , Dix-Huit Montagnes,
Thursday, January 24, 2013

This morning the water was off again, but my buckets were full, so I made do. We left at 07:00, for our last coffee and pain au raisin in Man for this trip. On the way into town a took a picture of the sunrise, coming up through the air heavy with dust and morning haze.

The usual things were happening in the street: unbelievably over loaded vans and trucks taking on passengers and roaring of in clouds of thick exhaust, hawkers and beggars looking for coins, shoeshine boys pointing at shoes as a question, mothers with babies on their backs and baskets of goods on their heads walking carefully and gracefully along; it's always an engrossing spectable.

We pulled into a filling station and put $70 worth of gasoline in the car, then dropped Séussié at his street, where I left him some left some assistance to pay the back rent on their little hall and more for his transportation and other expenses and he responds to requests for information in the region.

We drove 4 ½ hours to Yamoussoukro by a longer but better route, many fewer potholes.

Arriving in Yamoussoukro we stopped at the Lebanese restaurant where I ordered a hamburger and French-fries, served with a brown ketchup from a Middle Eastern country I couldn’t discern on the label. It was a welcome change in diet, we’d essentially eaten the same few things for a week.

We stopped briefly at the Hotel President where I was able to change some more money, I didn’t need to change much this time and there is a machine that will change money in the lobby (for a small fee). It was certainly much quicker that going to the bank. Then we hit the road again for the last three hours to Abidjan.

I finished my second book of the trip on the way to Abidjan: Pilote de Guerre by Antoine de Saint Exupéry (the one who wrote The Little Prince, his most famous book to the English-speaking world). He recounts his misadventures as a reconnaissance pilot during the debacle of the French defeat in 1940, and explains his philosophy of life, accepting his place in the brotherhood of man under God. Possibly because he had religious beliefs he’s not taken as seriously as other notable writers or recent French literature, but I feel a kinship with him and have read all but one or two of his books.

It was good to get back to a clean hotel where I don’t have to be concerned about the food. I got in touch with my wife to let her know I was back in Abidjan, and breathed a sigh of relief

My Review Of The Place I Stayed



Loading Reviews
Slideshow Report as Spam

Comments

mary hendren on

Hi Joel,

Thanks for the wonderful commentary and pictures. How nice that you are back in familiar surroundings and that things have gone well on this trip. We know that the members have been greatly encouraged.

Regards,
Mary

Tess Washington on

Mr. Meeker, that sunrise picture is so beautiful! Sunrises are one of my favorite sights...proclaiming the beginning of a day! I wonder why they named the place Man? Sigh...I verified Pilote de Guerre is only in French...thanks for the tip about The Little Prince.

Add Comment

Use this image in your site

Copy and paste this html: