The southermost tip of Africa, where oceans officially meet, and where the wind is brutal It would have been very easy to remain in Cape Town, claiming residency and spending the rest of my life there, pretending I only ever intended on a demi-navigation of Africa. The only way… Continue reading
Libreville (named after Freetown Sierra Leone) was set up as a home for freed slaves, and terrible art. I walk along Libreville’s coastline as I had done in 2009. The road seems neater and cleaner, the benches painted a lively blue when before they were plain concrete. Sunday is the… Continue reading
I like the market, and indeed Grand Lahou, better the second day. Some goodwill from passing strangers, and 800 CFA francs in change in my pocket allows me to buy what I want (I had been having small change problems). I even manage to get hold of a Moldovan made… Continue reading
I take a quick romp around Robertsport Fante town that night. The former airport now has buildings on the runway while the windsock still dances. Some of the fishing boats here are huge, the keel dug from a single tree. Out of the water they were taller than me and… Continue reading
I was less saw the next morning, and by evening I’m back to my usual self. There’s a sudden flurry of activity as everyone tried to get under cover before the next storm hits, which is longer than tonight’s electricity holds out for. Then, with a deep rumble of thunder… Continue reading
Saka saka for dinner the first night, mainly because I had no idea what it was. A heavily reduced black/brown stew of chopped leaves, together with chunks of tender lamb and rice arrived. A lot nicer than it sounds, and surprisingly light! Having been barred from reaching the Atlantic last… Continue reading
