Whilst waiting for our Nigerian visas we were asking people where we could
spend the night. (We had spent the previous night at a dodgy motel and did
not want to repeat the experience!). A logo semi-john (motorbike taxi)
suggested a place where whites normally stay - this turned out to be a loval resort called 'Plage Jacob' (Beach Jacob).
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Luca was running the truck
on diesel fumes as he wanted to cash in on the cheap diesel in Nigeria
(36c Euro per litre). Diesel was in very short supply in Benin so the only
option was to buy 'black market' diesel from sellers on the road.
The woman in the pictures above easily lifted a 30L container to fill the
tank.
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Ismael, the poor farmer from
Togo made such an impression on us. Escaping from Togo for that
elusive better life in Benin, he had walked the distance it had taken us
to drive. 30 days later we met him on a remote spot close to the
Nigerian border. He immediately dashed off to get us some mangoes.
Energetic and buzzing with humour we instantly took a liking to him.
) He walked from Togo! |
) Ismael, the friendly farmer |
