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the coast of Benin, .. return! African winter is over! Hand of fatima

Hello everyone again! Returned to take a long time since the last time, and again there are a thousand stories to explain, of which attempt to give a short summary.

Come on, let's start with the most important, is that Jose has gone home. Many have been the determining factors that have led to Jose to make your decision. Anyone with concerns or need to know, who comes to him and asked. The truth is that it has been a big change for which we, first because it is a bit lame, because he had begun to give the first draft and is an important gap. Second, because the child decides to sell the Patrol, get into the fragon with us and continue the journey a little more than planned. Travel is so, but never know how to begin and end.

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Jose Airport, with a strange feeling, not wanting to believe that tomorrow is not going to be in the fragon ... but the decision has been taken, and airport Ouagadougou becomes our place of departure.
hugs are a reflection of what we have lived together the last five months of our lives, knowing glances, and a goodbye that is in the air, which seems unrealistic for everyone.

morning we set off. We left the Patrol safe in Ouagadougou, and makes relocation of the child to fragon. Decided to become a visa Entente Touristique, allowing us to go for two months, Burkina, Benin and Togo, (also Niger and Ivory Coast, which at first discard). After looking at the thousands of choices of where to continue the trip, we left the city road Arli National Park in the same way in Benin. Halfway stop at Fada N'gourma, because we have been told not too careful driving on those roads at night due to the numerous bandits. We spent the night with beautiful people in town, but by morning the fragon not start, and it has been broken alternator. One morning in mechanical and is fixed. We stayed another night in Fada, and are useful to know the African night life! (More details, ask your child.)

There are still a few hundred kilometers of Pama road until you reach the village from where a 90 km track is introduced into the park.

is here where our odyssey begins anew.

We enter into the track without having too much information, but trusting that as the access road to a national park track should not be in very poor condition, ... brbrbrbrbrbrbrbr, error!! ... never forget that you're in Africa! The track turns out to be something terrible, full of ruts, and the worst, very fine sand. So in these endless 90 kilometers, we were caught a few times, where we have to shovel, use sand sheets, and deflate the tires.

Only 5 miles from the park a tire burst and going to change the cat breaks, ... has done the night, and not wait to play another to come out of the sun. Still do not know, but we are surrounded by lions, elephants, monkeys, ... Luckily, in the middle of the night camioncete appears, which we stop and pay the cat, and of course, we also change the wheel. An exchange of labor for food and aid from heaven. Yet we decided to spend the night in the place is not too good idea to go at night. At sunrise, we return to get going, and then go back through sand, we reached our destination, with the joy of knowing that in the other direction is a track in better condition than enter the park, and we are not obliged to go through the torture of track that just left, but we have to take a long detour.

Park Arli National is a bit longer and not as visited as other parks in Benin and Niger. That gives a special touch, especially because we only see white, but also becomes a small problem because there is no infrastructure for animals or access tracks within the park, or 4x4's. So right off the bat, the first day we do with a local guide and we venture to search for animals in our bikes. The guide and his rifle on his back. The funny thing is knowing that a few cats, including lions.

On our bike ride we fantastic to see a herd of elephants, antelopes, Farce and dozens of monkeys. Lions have not seen, but at night, hear the roar perfectly continuous from the hut full of fleas we sleep, and the next day we see the tracks a few yards from the van. The monkeys have been more daring, and we caught getting off the roof.

the end, and with some money involved, get to the park's forest lead us to take a stroll through one of the few passable tracks. These are directed to a beautiful river where we see a few hippos swimming freely. On the way back to see dozens of antelope, and the FARC, and apparently will be another opportunity to see cats in the wild.

Leaving the park, this time by another track, and though we have again been caught in the sand, it was not so bad, and we spent most of the well and without problems until the desired asphalt.

so On the road again, we like to fix the cat in Fada, and thank goodness, because leaving for Benin, a few miles, the wheel completely incomprehensible bursts .. is that one thing is clear ... this trip will wheel !!!!!!

kilometers and miles, and came to Benin. This is the first time we have to pay some money to the police, and even if not much has been how to get us back what fragon papers. This is the fantastic world of African corrupt police.

Once in the country, go in search of fresh water, deTanougou waterfall in the mountains of Atakora.

At the base is the town of Tanougou same, we find people of a people who know. Women lofty characteristics of their ornaments, their facial tattoos, dozens of stacked circular rigid collars around their necks, bracelets and bangles.

continued our route through the Somba country, and its curious buildings near Boukoumbé tata.

And Fall in love to swim in rivers, we go to the waterfalls of Kota, and took the opportunity to make a little goat with ropes and harnesses ....

We

South Road,

address secondary roads along the coast, up to Abomey, which has been declared World Heritage by the remains archaeological great empire that was the Dahomey. Temples are mixed with mud houses, and while not spectacular, helps one to get an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat was once a great empire in West Africa.

Here you will start to breathe the Voodoo spirit of the people of Benin, the first religion that has nothing to do with the image Voodoo us white boys have believed for decades. It's actually a religion, nothing to do with African animism. They have one god, ceremonies and processions with their costumes white, and lots of music in their celebrations and rituals. Its counterpart is its use in black magic, which is what we have done more popular.

comes a time to touch the sea at Grand Popo. Full of coconut palms, are lost in the horizon in these endless beaches.

So

is the coast of Benin. The sea is hard and strong, many waves that roll around. It's certainly not a paradise for those who like spending hours stuck in the water relaxed. The heat is stifling and humid, and nights now, if you have started to be really hot.
But if it is for those who like to eat pineapple, papaya and coconut cool and who likes to chase the ice cream man on his bicycle. (Moki Moki!)

We're going to the beaches of Ouidah. They met again to Luis and Imar, with whom we had met in Dakhla, in Mauritania visa problems, and that is half-based in their minibus under a palm grove.

And there we planted we also have our fragon, decided to spend some days in the tropics, inventing a thousand and one more sleep to be aired! Once again our holiday rentals!

was not easy to say goodbye, but it's time to leave our little paradise to head to Togo. The border, slow and chaotic, but we spend without incident.

stopped to sleep on the coast the first day, but then, after passing through Lomé and dodge the cops stop us and ask for the moon and the stars, we go to the mountain of Kpalimé.

found the tropics in the mountains, coffee, cocoa, bananas, papayera, giant trees and a couple of policemen who plays give money under the table , having parked the fragon, in their site banned, and in which they had intended to retain the roles of vehicle and driving licenses until we we presented in the Commissioner of the people the next day. Leaving us with a German boy is now doing volunteer work in town, and trying by all means help us out of the mess as soon as possible, we have to bribe the cop (my awesome of goat), which was not easy because in addition to calling to invite you a beer later .. Seeing is believing!

A part of the police incident, the place is beautiful, we take the bike and go about other waterfalls in the midst of these hillocks Greening.

In the afternoon, and with batteries installed, the van climbed the highest mountain in this country that does not reach a thousand meters, Mt Agou.

Green, I love green!

We headed north. There is virtually nothing interesting that makes us stop. The roads are in deplorable thing that makes the gap much heavier. We found the military police and aggressive, the elections are approaching and the movement of candidates for different populations revolutionizes a little country.

decided to visit some waterfalls we have read that is worth watching, in Bafilo. The story is that one must first ask permission to go to the village chief (mayor), and offer a donation, part of which is required to take a guide ... the waterfalls at the end are worthless!

Our next destination is Kandé and Tamberma Valley, declared World Heritage Site since 2004 for its buildings fathers.

decide to go with a guide, everything and it's not our style, is the only opportunity to learn from within these villages, their small fortifications and a bit closer to its people. Was worth although the harassment of tourists in the sale of small household items is serious and is virtually the only contact you have with just the residents.

We asked without wanting to know the truth, where the money goes World Heritage, the entry money, money from the guides. Clearly, if something comes to Tamberma, not too much.

So we left the valley, heading Burkina, and without knowing how we come to Ouagadougou again. It seems that they had little desire to stay longer in Togo, and the character of the Burkinabe called us over. The hardest thing is to spend the summer away from the sea and we have left behind (and coconuts). Now I understand why so called winter heat bearable, and why it's called the terrible summer heat without air that is upon us night and day. Anyway, all is welcome ... this is Africa.

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Here we leave the month of our lives, for those who want to follow a little closer ... and the closer, we hope, beyond the cold this winter is sticking to our land ...

Hugs and kisses to all without condition! An infinite abrade Jose!

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