One of the things I lack while traveling is gathering information, about borders, about situations. I should use internet for this and as soon as I discover where to find internet I do make good use of it, but for gathering information.
Conakry to Sierrea Leone border
Entering the capital of Guinea starts far from actual reaching the centre ville. Centre ville is Kaloum, la ville, where I start to write this post. In Maison d’Accueil, a catholic mission and one of the cheapest accommodations in town. I pay almost €20 and then it comes with an air conditioning unit, which I don’t use, and without water. Nothing, not even a bucket. Which is not very handy when you’re sweaty and salty and crusty and pimpled from the weather which has changed from pleasantly warm (even if that’s up to 40 degrees) to humid, cloudy and just filthy centre ville weather.
Thuis maak ik notities vanuit andere reisgidsen die ik in de Lonely Planet gids bijschrijf. Eén zo’n tekst luidt: Guinee is a paradise for cycling. Ik weet natuurlijk niet over welke route zij het hebben, maar ik vind het geen fietsparadijs!
‘Guinea is a paradise for cyclists. You’ll probably want to spend most of your time in the Fouta Djalon region. Roads are not always maintained and if you are coming from Guinea Bissau you’ll have 200 kilometer of rough roads before reaching the tarmac.’ Was written in the guide for cycling