This morning the road was humming with motos on their wu to market. We went too, to see what we could see md to arrange a taxi to take is to Lome. the market stalls sold hunks of deep red meat, piles of salt, smoked fish skewered and smoked, fruit, soap and textiles as well as oil and products made of wood were sold in tiny stalls. Marco, whose skill in navigating the delicate rituals of ride negotiation found our ride to lome md qfte a detour to the hotel to pick ip the rest of the group and a farewell to our trusty and charming guide Souleyman ( a.k.a Acha)we were on route to lome.
I smelled it before I saw it. We stopes by the aide of the road and etched the pillars of smoke rise from either aide of t up ahead. Someone ran ahead to take a look and I lens as far as I could out the window and saw the landscape red and glowing in the daylight. The driver started the engine and we accelerated. As we drove though the fire the heat poured in through the own windows and the dry heat burned my nostrils and made the hair in my arms curl. The flames licked the side of the van, I'm sure , but we drove through unscathed.
Tomorrow Nico and Marco are going to take photographs of football players.
Tout alors...
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