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first week Yoh

So it's been a week since we arrived at Yoh Agom 5 km from Kpalimé and already a lot of things in mind.

We started our week by the ritual Monday morning meeting of CIA. This allowed us to better introduce ourselves, to sort of Ame Ga Wu brings CIA (materially and financially) to clarify the expectations of everyone in this new adventure and plan our week. In our case, we found that first meeting very rich and constructive while being done very professionally.
From the afternoon, workshops were set up which continued throughout the week: Managing bicycles and mopeds, checking the working condition of the 4 fridges, hi fi recovery (no not know why, but it has more speakers than strings ..).




Tuesday morning was full of emotion ... The tradition here requires that we refer to the village chief before starting a project, and the notables. You have to come early, and to pay tribute to ancestors while enjoying the famous Sodabi, alcohol palm wine akin to a strong gut! Hard drive at 7am and at each meeting! We have a few drinks after the summer school to meet the director and teachers who were delighted to see so their memory Carine was strong. After a good nap, visit Kpalimé and research group for the evening of Saturday, the center forward. Wednesday, March 10


teams are formed to advance in every field: preparation and advertising of the evening to come, repair bikes and scooters ... Makafui Mary meets a village woman who cares for children and an American volunteer Sara; all three, they agree to set up workshops for children home on Wednesday afternoon with tutoring, sports animation, animation art and English. Remains convince teachers and especially parents of the benefit of the company. A meeting is desirable, which would also deliver donations from St. Madeleine School in Nantes for the village school.
The evening is small cinema in the central courtyard, nice!

Thursday 11 and Friday, March 12
Departing Ysel and Mary Lome to renew their visas. It was not until the next day to have it and come back every month ... at the same time, Lome by night, it's nice but not always easy to drive ...
We returned on Friday night though punctured by the evening and the heat during the road ...





Saturday, March 13
All morning, the team worked a rented house in the center with the help of Project Soul and Wu Ga which will allow it to expand. It's beautiful but there's work! All in good humor of course!
The afternoon is spent preparing for the evening but not for Mary, who feels that his body no longer follows ... Everything is ready to welcome the group on stage Dagbeneva that provides both musically and visually! A small regret, the rain of the afternoon slowed a few people and we do one thirty entries ...
Other regret, Mary saw nothing: his fatigue has turned into a high fever and that in huge stomach ache. And here we regret being at home! The whole night was very hard, unable to swallow or anything liquid or solid, it has sometimes even taken refuge in the shower next to the toilet to avoid him and go back ... and a constant pain with a fever over 40 ...





Sunday, March 14
Everyone is recovering slowly from his evening except Mary, ever ... people of central and Ysel concerned in seeing that the temperature and digestive problems do not diminish despite the drugs they ... decide to bring him to the clinic ... we'll detail, but a cure against malaria has been immediately given an antibiotic and intra venous glucose and to fight against dehydration ... And come back tomorrow to see the doctor and do the analysis.
night, the weekly meeting decided to organize the

week Monday, March 15
Clinic Mary Ysel. The examination reveals the presence of amoebae and abdominal infection. Ouch, ouch, ouch, shock treatment, but fortunately with no ill effects and no malaria! he must still wait a few days before returning to his strengths ... Do not believe when you said "here, the water you can drink! "
While Mary sits constraint, the projects progress: the development of the guesthouse in the very center and rooms for permanent residents of the association in the rented house.

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The arrival at Carrefour International Arts


Wednesday, March 3
We're stuck at the border of Togo to Cinkassé more precisely. Nothing too exciting to do there: it is a transit town quite murky.
regoûtons We still beer Burkinabe both at the bar of the hotel Obama.
The next day is fairly quiet, very quiet, nothing to do in the village and sweltering heat. Fortunately, the evening ritual at our appetizer, we meet Michael the leader of the local gendarmerie, Jacques, the owner of the hotel and the surveyor of the village. With us reregoûtons local beer and we enjoy the bird to the sauce, a real delight.
But still no result for the elections ... it seems that its heating in Lome since the opposition leader declared himself winner. On Friday, March 5

The results are still not fallen and the border still blocked ... what consequences for the economy?? it did not seem to be a problem ...
We meet on the morning of Yakéou, a Togolese who ended up in a ravine with his semi-trailer ... true, we have seen, but "it no problem, it will go! He asks us just to get up so he could join Kpalimé then Lome and then recover the money with her boss and then return to Cinkassé out the truck and help his apprentice who is still in hospital ... You get lost a little, but we decided to help as we have already done a lot for us. It follows therefore now in the adventure, not very talkative guy but it looks legit.
We put our truck in the queue is long, very long for the border and we look again and again and it's hot, always hot ...
Late afternoon, we find our friend Constable Michael and rereregoûtons beer Beaufort. He then advised us to move our truck to the exit station Burkina order to do the formalities and sleep as normal, everything will be released tomorrow. So we follow his advice. Everything is going well ... made out of paper, we settle for the night and Ysel yake on mattresses outside and me in the truck. The animals keep us company: Biquet, pigs ... and snoring of other road ... On Saturday, March 6

We wake up early because the border opens ...
visas for 7 days to extend in Kara for a month (that's good, it's on our way ...), the customs that we allowed to pass without too much concern (for a fee of course, but no way to parley with the chief of customs, c is the total stress due to the world at the border!), and we're finally here in Togo, Togo, Togo!!
We have just under 500 km, the ideal would be to arrive in the evening ... but the road seems rather spoiled as they say ... lunch on the road near a waterfall in the middle of the forest and mountains : superbly spicy Ysel in a sweat! We stop Kara to extend our visa but the chef has just left, so they propose to return on Monday ... Oh, no!! We will see in Lome, we are too eager to get! The road turns actually pretty good until Atakpamé, we have 100 km and about 1 ½ hours before dusk ... We are getting to Kpalimé and there we quickly understand what is meant by a road spoiled ... c ' is almost impassable holes everywhere ... including on the bridges, we do 20 km over an hour: we had never seen it! At the same time, the road is magnificent: the rainforest, huge termite mounds, mountains, waterfalls! Unfortunately, we have to stop for the night falls and it's too dangerous to continue, even forcing them Ysel!
We sleep at an inn after paying a small fee for parking at the innkeeper lengthy negotiations! Mary became the negotiation pro!
Small skewer with peppers goat obviously because the meat is not necessarily the freshest and we sit still sleeping with boys outside and inside Mary. On Sunday, February 7

Early morning and a little difficult, we are supporting less and least our lack of hygiene ....
the road again! coool, we soon come! we enter Kpalimé without realizing it .... Then we drive towards Agomé Yoh ... ..
And here it is 11 pm and we arrived at last!
We jump into the arms of members of the CIA!

We went for nearly four weeks, is exactly 8,463 miles, crossed 6 countries, known as rain, snow, hail, storm, the desert wind, sun, heat and our first tropical rain yesterday! !

We unload the truck business, everything is almost in good condition! and we launch the initial activities: repairs bicycles, motorcycles ...





We meet together for an initial introductory meeting and to set expectations.



And we spend our first night home with sodabi tasting, wine palm, which looks more like a liqueur, it is potent!

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ultimate step: From Bamako to Kpalimé

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Laeti weekends in Bamako, the girl who we sublets rooms are very nice shows. Home is a menagerie: monkey, dog and rooftop Biquet, chickens and pigeons. She guides us gently through the streets of his neighborhood "Lafia" in its market, its neighbors with which tea, finding a mechanic. We then Ysel with our Saturday afternoon sitting on a mattress on the parking lot of a gas station to assist our Mohammed us fix oil leak. In the evening, small exit to the casa, a bar and restaurant run by our friend Laetitia where we find Bilali who comes from St Brieuc. We do a small tour in Djembe, the box area but completely punctured we go to bed.
On Sunday, February 28, we go to the gas station attendant with Mohammed always a concern for repair of injectors which caller as soon as the truck ... retrograde. In the streets of Bamako, it is not easy to manage ... The concern is really a problem adjusting ... it makes fun of us .... Then, the entire team from downtown. ... Small craft market, internet session, potted mango juice ... we say goodbye to Bilal for the next morning we hit the road with Ysel. Last little restaurant with Greta and Yvon; it rains on ... Bamako
Monday, March 1
We will resume the road to two. The truck is empty but we organize quickly.
aim of our day: reaching the border of Burkina Faso. Still many traditional villages, the soil is dry ...
We arrive at the border late in the day. We pay the visa arivons police and customs. Again, we are asked to pay for the vehicle. Negotiation with the officer, then with the head of customs. He made a gesture of his pocket to help pay the pass and invites us to dinner and sleep position. We were received by the team like royalty! Burkinabe beers, chicken sauce or flamed, great political and social conversation ... we spend a wonderful evening full of encounters and a bit tipsy ...
We set the tent on the square outside the entrance of the customs post ...
photo session the next day with the head of Frederick Customs and his deputy, and we take the road towards Bobo-Dioulasso: Burkina live!!
The road is beautiful, everything is green and lush! he must be careful to attack bees ... wasps. After slowing to a pseudo toll, she stormed into the truck, forcing us to run out. Review of the attack: each do our sting and the intervention of two roads that tell us to leave in a hurry!
We stop at the tavern for a swim in a river with a student guide that we took hitchhiking. It feels good!
We arrive at night in Ouagadougou, it is never ideal, but we find a very nice hostel where we spend the best night's sleep since we left!

Meeting Wednesday, March 3 at breakfast with a couple Ivorian who works in an NGO for the liberation of African women: again, very interesting.
the road again excited because we feel Arrival in Togo
Lunch near ... near a traditional village, one resident is welcome us with perhaps the leader of the village ... we leave our last food here because life is very hard for them ... We are coming close
the Togolese border. ... Unfortunately the last military outpost, we are told that the Togolese border is closed until Friday, March 5 at 18h because of the election ... it tells us a hotel, not too expensive but not top, it's the least we can say .... In fact
Friday, the border will reopen on Saturday morning ... Cink City where we are not a lot of distractions ...
We spend Thursday evening with Michael, the chief of police, Jacques boss Bamako hotel where we stayed, and surveyor of the city. We taste the sauce to the bird and drink all the beer!
The next day we'll meet Yakéou, a truck driver who had an accident and must come down to Lome. It will therefore make the journey with us until Kpalime.

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border crossing Mali Mauritania Morocco

Sunday, February 21
We awoke with the sunrise over the lagoon of Dakhla is wonderful, it feels even see dolphins off!
Small swimming in clear water and road to Dakhla City to pick up the phone, send emails (not easy with the connection and the keyboard does not work ....) And departure Moroccan-Mauritanian border! ! We arrived around 19h
too late to leave Morocco so we set up our tents near the truck that is already in a first queue
... The next morning, stop, we're all ready for the opening of the border but instead of opening at 9am, the first vehicle passed 10:30
that promises ... I pass on details of the organization, the scanning of all vehicles passing through customs and the police ... all that to finally have the famous white paper at 16.30! All under a dodger of madness! We've got a headache just to think again! We think we have
finally allowed to leave us when the police made her last surprise ... we supposedly missed a pseudo stop that ... So nobody saw threat of lawsuits, fines still with this look very bad ... ah, the Moroccan police us ... they said we have no money (the girls that work much better in this case!) and then we understand that it would help if offered coffee to the head ... we say we have nothing and they let us go. It only remains to pass the military, even the paperwork!! and here we are in no man's land for 4km5 track. We follow a Malian who knows the way, if you can call it a road ... and here we are at the border without too much stress ...
different atmosphere, different setting ... Mauritania has much less money than Morocco, it shows nothing but their job boundaries which prove to be huts.
Passage of the police: we want everything we make, we managed to negotiate a rinadvil box, and then the passage of the police, there is nothing special and the passage of the Customs charge 10 euros and that does not delve behind ... after such a day, we do not negotiate on 10 euros!
We leave all these vicissitudes completely punctured but without much damage. Here we are now
Nouadhibou where we found a great little campground where we can ask.
later arrives Hassan, a Mauritanian national basketball player in Dax, we had crossed during our long wait at the border Moroccan. He explains that his country will not let him pass in transit to Senegal, where his parents now live. He is escorted by customs. Because he knows a few people, he hopes that everything will work out the next day ... On Tuesday, February 23

We find Hassan breakfast awaits impatiently the customs. He looks forward to seeing his family he has not seen for 5 years: first her brothers and sisters and his parents in Nouakchott to Dakar.
He suggested that we sleep in his family this evening in the Mauritanian capital, we accept with great joy that we all join there.
The road from Nouadhibou to Nouakchott is very long and very hot, we reach 43 degrees ... but it is also beautiful with shades of sand, its camels .... And finally it is very well paved.
controls policemen or gendarmes are scheduled to track the path a bit each, if at first they think it's awesome, finally getting used to, it even has a little reassuring.
We meet at a police station, our friend Hassan at the entrance of Nouakchott. We follow him in Yoh, his sister who holds the bar near the private clinic, then at another sister Fatou and finally at the third working with UNICEF.
We were received like royalty. We eat on the terrace roof of the house fish sauce: delicious!
We even have a room for us 4 with shower and toilet. No toilet paper but the small stream of water, more hygienic and more reassuring when one runs out of toilet paper ...
Hassan's family is very welcoming and invites us to stay one more day ... The night brings The council ...

Wednesday, February 24, 2010 After a good nights sleep, we decide to hit the road even if we would have stayed a little more ... but we still have a way ...



On the road to the border between Mauritania and Mali we find French crusaders during our wait at the exit of Morocco. We will have two days of very bad road sometimes but always wonderful to meet all together Gogui. There, the Mauritanian customs try to charge us 10 euros each to leave the country. We fight is finally coming out without paying. A few meters further, we arrive at the border with Mali. Change of scene: here is the cool. It is night, we received about a campfire to make the visa and the first customs post. As later we all sleep here. The

Saturday, February 27, 2010
We decide to follow up all Bamako.
must first pay the vehicle's insurance and then spend another customs post. All this is very expensive ... we are fighting with the Head of Customs not to pay 5000 CFA he asks us ... we only pay 1,000 CFA.
The road is beautiful, we passed villages still very traditional and people smiling. We arrived in Bamako
punctured with a day still very hot (above 40 degrees). It is late for find a home but a friend of the people we met we take in a girl who sublets the rooms.
After 3 long days, we may finally to shower!

Objective: Bamako to repair the truck that suffers from a big oil leak that has worried us to Bamako: Will we get to a mechanic, to rebuild a small health before resuming the road because we're on the ball, enjoy the Malian capital a bit. It is done!
We would like to hit the road Monday morning! So we leave tomorrow morning and I Ysel to cool all both for the rest of the adventure, Greta and Yvonne took a liking to life in Mali.