Ergens laat in 2013: Er werd me gevraagd een stukje te schrijven voor ‘de Vakantiefietser’ over Afrika. Ik heb me suf geschaafd aan de tekst, zodat deze niet te ‘stoer’ zou zijn, maar dat was ‘ie toch net wel. Jammer. Zie hier het resultaat:
The road out of the capital is a dangerous one. The broad show-off highways come together into a very tiny African roads and we all, trucks to Burkina Faso, trucks to Abidjan, fast luxurious jeeps and us, bicyclers are on it.
‘The Wife, Her Husband, His Brother & The Genuine Bushman’
Our pleasant group of four has start to make fun of each other. I obviously derive great satisfaction out of caring for the three man, like a real Wife does. Very often one of the guys lower his pace to keep up with me, except for Oliver, he keep racing ahead all of us, always arriving as first.
As soon as I reach the first town into this new country I feel a great change. The people are having a refreshing mindset where none is asking, all seem to working and a few are even giving. A real nice change after Senegal, Gambia, both Guinea, Sierra Leone and Liberia where most people where asking only. I feel a pleasant sense of easiness over the people.
I am off on the tracks of west Ivory Coast. Another 200 kilometer mountainbiking. Together with 3 other cyclists it’s just great, less time to update the blog though, since I try to keep the up masculine pace, cook and prepare masala chai.
Cycling Cindy