Côte d'Ivoire in a Second-hand Car*
About this blog
(It may end up not being a car. But it rhymes better that way, alright?)
This story begins not in West Africa, but north-west Peru. In the town of Lambayaque to be exact, outside The Lord of Sipán Museum, where in 2011 I was avoiding a forced-viewing of the moving diorama that lies within (seriously, security will not unlock the exit until you've watched it).
Also outside in the car park was a private overland truck, owned by an oldish Dutch couple. I don't remember their names, but in amongst interesting anecdotes, they told me about how they once bought an old car in Europe, filled it with spare parts, and drove it across the Sahara to sell in W.Africa. And I thought, "Self, that sounds like a fine adventure!"
So, it became a Thing, much the same way as the time my chance encounter with a picture of the sun setting on a random Indian mountain prompted me to travel to the village of Kalpa less than 2 weeks later, just so I could watch the peak turn that same brilliant shade of pink. That kind of Thing; insidious and thrilling.
And then I moved to Australia, as you do. So West Africa was put on hold. But not forever.