I have almost no pictures of Abidjan to show you, and I'm sorry. Not that there wasn't a lot to photograph. Too much, really.
This morning, I had my hair styled by Fernandez, a lady hairdresser who sometimes stays at Jen and Marco's. She also taught me to tie Pagne around my waist, the way that many women wear it here. Wrap, tuck, fold.
For breakfast Marco made pancakes, which we ate with maple syrup made by Jen's uncle.
Later in the day, we took a drive to feed the chimps in Grande Larou. There was a grand rain storm as we were getting out of town, rare for the dry season.
To feed the chimps, we took a canoe over to a small island where they all live. The four of them saw us coming a mile away and eagerly met us and our bananas. They were amazing beings. I guess I need not say that they were so so human. Well, did anyway.
I tried some palm wine, which Marco said was just what the child soldiers who manned the barricades into Blokosso drank and got drunk on.
We passed massive plantations of palm and rubber.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, on the way to the park we got stopped by a police man who was pleased to tell us our visas were only valid for 7 days and had expired. Marco pointed out that he was looking at our Togolese visas. He was deflated, and let us pass.
We drove back in the dark, getting some air on a few bumps. Trucks signaled not to change lanes, but to let oncoming drivers know how closely they could pass on the side.
This morning, I had my hair styled by Fernandez, a lady hairdresser who sometimes stays at Jen and Marco's. She also taught me to tie Pagne around my waist, the way that many women wear it here. Wrap, tuck, fold.
For breakfast Marco made pancakes, which we ate with maple syrup made by Jen's uncle.
Later in the day, we took a drive to feed the chimps in Grande Larou. There was a grand rain storm as we were getting out of town, rare for the dry season.
To feed the chimps, we took a canoe over to a small island where they all live. The four of them saw us coming a mile away and eagerly met us and our bananas. They were amazing beings. I guess I need not say that they were so so human. Well, did anyway.
I tried some palm wine, which Marco said was just what the child soldiers who manned the barricades into Blokosso drank and got drunk on.
We passed massive plantations of palm and rubber.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, on the way to the park we got stopped by a police man who was pleased to tell us our visas were only valid for 7 days and had expired. Marco pointed out that he was looking at our Togolese visas. He was deflated, and let us pass.
We drove back in the dark, getting some air on a few bumps. Trucks signaled not to change lanes, but to let oncoming drivers know how closely they could pass on the side.
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