Very often I ask myself the question ‘why?’ This is tiresome, but I need to ask it in order to understand the country and it’s people. I need to ask it myself in order to get answers. And so, now and then, when I allow myself, here comes a lengthy viewpoint of mine…
In my opinion, having traveled extensively by public transport as well, the journey on a bicycle is even more deep. Because it is slow, it let me experience the world on a very different level, one which is impossible to retrieve while transported by a vehicle, any vehicle that is. And because my moving is done by my very own efforts, I feel superior, but is that really reason to feel so, a not so beautiful characteristic, arrogantly?
Annechien, 35 years, from the Netherlands. Traveled through 12 countries with a backpack for 15 months. Then she met cyclist John and he kindly demanded her to cycle with him. She did. They cycled 10.000 kilometers through 2 countries for 12 months.
June 2016: this post is another of my reflections about life on and off a bicycle. Since all of my blogposts are coming into your inbox, this one follows just like all the previous. Just skip it if you’re not into posturing; a non-travel post. Instead, a travelers thought.
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.