We are sitting still. Dead still. Behind me I hear a cicada or cricket. Dunno which. Now and then I hear a turaco or hornbill overhead. And before me I see a leaf drop to join millions of other leaves that carpet the floor of the Ghanaian forest with a soft brown cloth. Shafts of …
Nigeria.
Nigeria. The very name provokes a reaction. An emotion. A strong view. No-one I know has nothing to say about Nigeria. Everyone has a large opinion. And of course everyone’s opinion says as much about their own persona as it does about Nigeria, or more specifically Nigerians. Which is why this blog is just my …
Village life
It’s a mildly cool dawn. I can hear the swish swish of our neighbors hand broom as the mother of the house sweeps the dust from her front yard and into the street. Then she sweeps the dust on the street in front of her humble home. Something she does daily. To keep the red …
Commuting through Cameroon into the Banyo-Gembu crossing.
We are running out of time even though we have only been in the road for two and a bit months and we already cutting north through Cameroon. Heading for Yaounde to try again to get our Nigerian visa extended. We tried first time in Brazzaville but the Nigerian embassy there advised us to to …
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Nothing is what it seems – searching for Gabon
Nothing is what it seems. It is whatever transpires on the road. I know this now for certain. Learnt my lessons the hard way. And I am still learning. We spent time in Brazzaville decompressing and debating which road to follow north. We learnt that our north going German overlanders had driven directly north from …
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Africa Overland 