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Impressions - Kimberley, Kununurra, Litchfield, Berry Springs, Darwin, Brisbane, Bundaberg

... We spent the week before Easter (Katie, Aaron, and I Jachson) not only with barbecue on the beach, Lego Building in Jackson and travel excursions to places of interest in Broome, Australia as the first Chinatown, Pearl Shops (Broome, the pearling town of Australia) and the Japanese cemetery (which was unfortunately destroyed by Aboriginekindern), but above all with the planning of my Kimberleyreise.

Katie had fun in general organization and so we durchstoeberten together various offers from various tourism operators.

I had braced myself to see if Manning to do. Since we are just at the end of the rainy season were, they should be very green and beautiful. As it turned out, the gravel road had been precisely made "suitable vehicle", tourist trips there was undertaken only at the beginning of the actual tourist season, ie beginning of May. As long as I could not wait.
On Easter weekend we finally had the perfect, expensive but not budget-busting, plan developed, as much as I would get from the Kimberkleys to face.

I would on a 4-day trip with the cheapest and best supplier Windjana Gorge, Tunnel Creek, Fitzroy Crossing, BoabprisonTree, Geikie Gorge and the Bungle Bungles and visit with Katie, Aaron and Jackson on a 2 - day family trip before the Manning Falls to s face.
counter discount (900 instead of $ 1,100) would tell me the tour operator goes in Halls Creek, from which in large part because of its Alcoholics existing population supposedly most dangerous place to settle in Australia. From there I would then hitch-hiking with a queasy feeling in your stomach to Kununurra.

far, so good.
What if I recall correctly, was formulated in other blogs already so aptly, it is always different when you forge plans in Australia.

It turned out differently.

The two had reasons:

The tour operators had a closed road due to its route changed in the hope that the road would be opened to Tunnel Creek in the next commit days.

For me this meant in Enddefekt: Absolutely full price, if at all. : (I opted for a later healthy balance. :)

now the second reason .. So to find a cheaper alternative, I went with Katie and Jackson to friends of the family who had visited a travel business. The hoped-friendly alternative was financial, it unfortunately does not and so I played a couple of hours with Jackson until we both became boring.

Jackson sat in front of the TV, where children initially program started. The next show I did for two years in one now but too aggressive and I wanted to wear Jackson piggyback to my mom. Away from the television! A glance up at the ceiling. No ceiling fan. Jackson raised. Clack, clack, Jackson screams. However, a ceiling fan. Fuck!

I can not yet explain why I have not seen him.

any rate, I left my mark in Australia.

Katie-I have so far I think with any Australian Uind understood no better Australian-saw that I was miserable enough and did not blame me. I could myself well enough anyway.

I read the afternoon was over, and somewhat relieved as Jackson supported with a bandage turban on moms and dads in my room was poor to me, "Timmy, I am fine!" to say. Much better I felt then, as Jackson, who thinks that he has jumped the 2.5 m in the fan at night in the room only by the Nakosenachwirkungen (morphine for two years in one!) was unstoppable. The next morning he was probably on and Katie joked about the accident, without missing an opportunity for little jibes.
I had intended to prepare Jackson as compensation a traditional Easter egg hunt, so it went for shopping. For me it was good again. At least for a few minutes ... I always like to Jachson from the seat of the car lifted, said he met with his head. Ahhhh! : O

Once home, I built out of bush grass Easter baskets and distributed them with Jackson's help in the garden. Jackson was slightly confused, he finally knew the purpose, so not yet.

so had Katie and I told him the next morning, a little on the jumps help and explain that you can not eat all the eggs directly from the nest, but most of the collected first. After three nests, Jackson had the hang of it and could not be stopped. The Easter Bunny was very busy and Jackson got a lot of Easter eggs.

As usual password was a nest, and so was Jackson, who in the afternoon a couple of times searched the nests, to see if the Easter bunny did not come again, rewarded for his perseverance. :) The chocolate was melted now though.

While the lamb (Katie wanted to make a culinary Easter then typically German) in the oven schmorrte, Aaron brought me to the lighthouse at Point Gouillaume. The beautiful red rock formations stood in contrast to the picturesque blue lake. Since it was imperative to the water. So I jumped off the rocks, Aaron photographed! :)

.... one last time with long hair, before Katie has ventured to the first haircut of her life. How did my son, comes around: P

.. and then came my bunny. Since it went all right Jack Nelson wolllte take me at least to the family Bidewell Windjana Gorge and the Boab Prison Tree. Finally, they were there also has not been. Class!
In the evening we sat down for a second time at the beach to the stairs to the Moon ( a reflection of the rising moon in Watt to consider). It was better than the first time, but still not as beautiful as any sunset in the Kimberleys.

Only Jackson friehliche child's voice that broke through the tense silence of the adults made the evening memorable. When the moon had risen, said Jack: You did it, Mr. Moon, you did it! You did it, Mr. Moon, you did it!

The bags packed and it was early the next morning on the way to the Kimberley, one of the oldest landscapes in the world. The stones there are in fact the oldest ever dated.

After three hours ride by Spergraswiesen, Boabtreesavanne and over wide rocky river beds (these are not yet dried), Aaron headed to the Jeep into the wind Jana Gorge National Park piled up in the middle almost seemingly endless grasslands before us a steep cliff, a former ancient coral reef.

Boabprisontree

Gorge is the name for a canyon that has eaten a flow through such a cliff. And that's Windjana was.

first breath, lost Windjana we had enough of everything here, just not enough water bottles can be charming, as Katie and I after a day's march of windchill Search for the end of the canyon and turned back tasks. The fascinating landscape itself seemed at times monotonous, when we paved our way back to the car through thick brush, fallen tree trunks, small canyons and sandy riverbeds. As the tourist season has not started yet, the trails after the rainy season had not been evacuated. Aaron Jackson, and a large water containers were waiting for us after a short bath with the fresh water crocodiles on the car. They had made the right decision and had earlier reversed.

On we went to Tunnel Creek, the road along the coral reef was released identity but rather uncomfortable. As it later turned out, it was closed from the other side.

Aaron and I could not let us in spite of protesting Katie miss the opportunity to once again climb up the reef, which was not too easy. A great view but paid for all the effort and the many Spinifexgrasstiche.

After the longest 37 km, which I have ever vorgeflunkert one tree in sight, we arrived at Tunnel Creek. I had no flashlight and no sandals, both for allegedly Essentialien Tunnel Creek Tunnel Creek was there not only named after a creek that had a tunnel dug through the rock wall.

My

I do not want to ruin good shoes and I marched with Aaron - barefoot and apart from the camera lighting without light - in the 600m long tunnel. A German couple from us and lit the path. It was quite an adventure, barefoot in the dark to find the next stone, which is not too sharp.

underground waterfalls, stalagmites, a bit of adventure and a beautiful starting in a green garden, Tunnel Creek is one of the best sights I've ever seen.

for the way back to Broome we took the supposedly shorter route, but clearly took longer. The dirt road was not only occupied by cows, half a meter deep ditches and crossed as deep potholes and littered with rocks, but also very sandy.

We could not go fast and had every moment to expect that any animal jumped out of the meter-high grass that lined the path on the road.

Two bulls had the "street" auserchoren also as the ideal place for a turf war and were now also stubborn enough, all attempts, the two Streithaehne (pun:)) failed to sell, so we finally clever curving around it.

went airborne dust in the car the sun .... hours later we were home and I tired a lot in my bed.

Tuesday morning I was then a abgehohlt Touribus, I had booked a tour to Geikie Gorge, another gorge in which we should bring a close to the traditional Aboriginal way of life during a boat trip.

He did so well, well almost.

bill of just enough Aborigineblut in himself, had seen that it was possible that they have had any Ureinwohnervorfahren be explained-we very clearly the Aboriginegesetze, lit the fire "in the traditional way with the lighter and made tea instead the Bush Tucker.

For my budget, almost all the others were renter-was relatively not excessively expensive day trip impressive. 115 euro for humbucker. As you can live so least one month from: D. After all, I've

range in the numbers inclusive meals-was it not matter that I referred to some after the third Giant Sandwich as the 8th wonder of the world-there were still two more!

importance of the next morning, "goodbye" and so hard it a lot, we went on to Kununurra. I hitchhiked from Broome to Fitzroy Crossing fix, one of the places that many Australians describe as dangerous ..

That day I could not get Mitfahrgelegnheit more, but made acquaintance with some Aborigines. One had said beforehand that the situation in Fitzroy because of Alkoholbeschraenkungen improved, I had not expected that I meet the nicest Aborigines would that I've come across in Australia. It was grinning and laughing!

I spent the night camping in the park as a precaution anyway.

got to the campsite I know a Taiwanese couple, that we might someday
comes to visit once.

The next morning therefore promised to be a good, lucky and was at first not hold me, though.

The Kimberleys that are bigger than the UK are home to approximately 30,000 people, 15ooo them in Broome and it was nciht surprising that I had to wait a bit longer. But I had thought nciht that the waiting time as a whole day would feel like. I sat from 6 am to noon clock-Clock me 4 my inner clock had prophesied-afternoon on the roadside. Hope free. : P

Shortly after noon erzaehltenmir two Aborigines that another hitchhiker was living with them, and the day before "straight away" for a ride was a little found outside the city. I pointed to my luggage, they waved off by saying that Shaun, I saw again the way, later in Kununurra, have 76kg luggage.

Well, mostly the locals are right, so I went on my way.

I met on the outskirts Shaun, still no lift was found (mitfahrgelegenhiet) and claims to which I exaggerated even for held, had 50kg luggage. I had some conversations with him and we wished good luck, "May the win happier." So I hitchhikte 100m away from him and wait 10 minutes!

A Belgian backpacker (rarely) on the way to Kununurra took me in his yellow bus. Shaun waited until 10 the next morning.

The Belgian-his name is lost in the depths of my Namensgedaechtnisses-drove for a year in northern Australia around-even during the rainy season, which is very unusual, since most other escape from the rain, heat and mosquitoes.

Norma enough, I wanted to get into Turkey Creek and from there take a cheap tour of the Bungle Bungles, sat up from Turkey Creek (Warmun) from book but nothing left, I grabbed the gelegnenen with both hands and took the Belgians to Kununurra. (On the way we caught a Kangaroo, what the hood eindellte something) Once there, I searched the house of my host family was wrong a second time around at night, made her first experiences with the helpfulness of Kununurrabewohner "i do not give a shit! Piss off ! and was finally led by a couple of nice Aboriginemaeddels the house. It was 10:30 clock so I could knock nciht more, pitched my tent in the garden and left a message in front of the tent. Christian, brother of Aaron and Sue's son, was initially taken aback the next morning, he asl the tent in the front garden discovered, however, defendants fix 1 = 1 together.

So I was well received by Christian, his wife Chantal and her friend and roommate, Claire.

In the four days I spent with you, they showed me the sights in and around Kununurra. So I got to Lake Argyle, the largest man-made lake in Australia, the Zeebeedeequellen, the Elephant Rock, the Ordriver, the largest river in the vicinity and some wonderful places that only locals know to face. The landscape around Kununurra is truly breathtaking. On the penultimate day, we explored the Lake Kununurra in his own boat, I could finally jump off cliffs and enjoyed the trip to the fullest. Only a saltwater crocodile, for their large populations of Kununurra is so infamous, I did not get to see.

Then it went even further back to Darwin!

Chantal had warned me that I probably would have to wait Kununurra in a few days. The locals are not usually seen as tourist friendly. (If it is called a tourist season, so why are we not allowed to shoot them-it's a Kununurra thing, "Why does it say about all tourist season if we are not allowed to shoot at them - typical Kununurra is one of the Kununurra-Proverbs)

three days ????????????????--- 7 minutes and then I sat with a German backpacker on his way to Darwin in the car.

We even made a stop at the Edithfalls to us nciht but the stool down. As I said, it is undemanding, eat and accommodation are concerned (I even eat fish), but on sophisticated attractions.

heard on the way we Mario Barth, I decided spontaneously to it that I wanted to get off at the turnoff to the Litchfield National Park. I finally had heard so many positive things about the park.

So I was sitting in the sticks, hoping for a Mitfahrgelegnheit in the vicinity of the park, so I use this on the next Day could explore. The son of a mango farmer took me and offered me a place to stay for the night. So I spent a very funny evening with him, his wife and his New Zealand friends. He drove himself, like many others in the Northern Territory also leideschaftlich like wild boars, which does not indigenous and therefore a nuisance for the nature. So there were guns in the house and I was offered to practice target shooting at me in a water bottle. : Taken), I have not .....

A new day and to get going Litchfield.

The New Zealanders sat down at the butterfly farm, a small zoo in BA are from, grown in the butterflies and work mainly backpackers. Also in this little place could be no book tour, so I'm after a cup of tea in alternative athmosphere: went) to the roadside. The fifth car stopped and I was taken to the Florencefalls in the park with all my luggage.

did I just not going to lug around and hid my belongings in the bush, so I'm in the lighter weights, the harder the heart was on his way to the falls. 1A! After a bath with all my clothes that gave me the necessary cooling and washed the sweat from my clothes, I walked initially on a small loop trail along a stream in the tropical green and then walked to the rock pools Burley, another tourist attraction which only 1.6 km was removed by burning forests and savannah.

The rock pools are a chain of water basins, which are separated by small waterfalls from each other. They were very well attended, good for relaxing, but bad to observe nature. A refreshing bath, and went back to the Florence Falls and my luggage.

flower by the wayside

now standing at the next challenge: hitch-hiking in a national park.

Easy done as said. I did not have long to wait until I took the stroke of luck the day.

Three German female backpacker who live in Darwin in the hostel, had met a Tourfuehrer, who offered them a tour of the Litchfield National Park for the price of gasoline costs everyone. In her bus was still one free and they haten been exactly the same attractions as I saw it was missing the same. 0 on the bus was still one free so I got the rest of the main attractions and a little more to see. Tolmer Falls, Wangi Falls and a river whose name I forget.

Tolmer If

Wangi Falls

The Wangifalls could be due to a crocodile swimming nciht unfortunately, which I enjoyed but nciht, because that was ncoht nciht everything. The troops did the same day make its way to Darwin and a new National Park, making Berry Springs NP halt. Better it was not.

almost nothing.

While we were bathing in Berry Springs, I met Marcus, know the park rangers, who invited us all to spend the night with him in his house in the park. The other refused, possibly because a few men who they believed to be Marcus's friends were very drunk and had been extreme.

And I? - Why should I had to say no-Marcus the next day anyway to Darwin, as he flew to Sydney to visit an uncle. So I stayed.

Marcus is 22, lived alone in a big house in the national park and was in a near by Aboriginedorf Allive Springs grew up in the desert. A real bush baby!

evening we went to the pub and ate something, well, I ate. Marcus had the most expensive steak I ordered a burger and himself, in the end I ate both, because he was not hungry.

Then we went home, where one of the other two park rangers, an Aboriginal, came to visit. He was a little drunk and so were the philosophical discussions that we held, while both the bottle of Scotch almost alone taught, always confusing.

least I learned more about Aboriginal people than on my Geikitour. For example, it is by no means meant aggressive if one stares at an Aboriginal with a very serious face in the eyes and discussed, and his face is only 15 inches from my path. Since I had to get used to it. Marcus, who was due for his life in the bush a much closer feel how other people feel in situations and to me my discomfort that I did not try to show, nevertheless looked explained to me. I was then prepared to the fact that two grown men start in the middle of a discussion, friendly (although not it looked) to wrestle with each other and thereby demolish the facility. The evening was quite interesting anyway, and stretched down to the end because Dariusz protested vehemently with the stubbornness of a drunken mind to go home. I do not know if he has managed the next morning he saw at least "made it" quite off.

The next morning I checked with Marcus the crocodile traps, swam in the show explain natural pools in the park and left me something about the local nature.

Marcus, he always seemed a bit lonely Ludtke, a me to visit him again. I could even live with one of the Aboriginekommunen, he knows, caught crocodiles and much more.

pity that unfortunately does not fit in my plan, but it would be a reason to come back someday.

We drove to Darwin, where I checked in after a long search in a hostel with friendly staff.

My roommate Jorrit from West Friesland warungefaehr as big as me and although I first had to get used to the slightly slower type of beading, I got on the 4 days and three nights over which I spent in Darwin, right good. Darwin, too, I liked. The city is really not too great, despite the many tourists feel very comfortable and ... Darwin is backpacker friendly!

You get in a hostel always namely food vouchers for Victoria Hotel ( short 'Vic') there will flock every evening the backpackers to get their free meal to get to celebrate. Agesehen of the waiting time there are no restrictions, so you can two or three times a queue to be lasagne, chicken, fries, rice , Giros, Haehnchenspiesse to pick up salads, pasta and fruit.

So I got every day vouchers from our reception, exploration during the day Darwin (botanical gardens, parks, shops, the great museum with displays about animal and plant life, Aboriginekunst, modern Art, Timor and the history of Darwin .. all in vain) Darwin is also a party town, everywhere there are cafes, discos and night clubs.

So we went I celebrate every evening, obviously in Vic, I was there because of the great interest anyway.

If now someone ask why you offer as a nightclub and restaurant meals for free, so I have two explanations ready.

can be assumed as the owner believes that the store is always full, because the many backpackers in Darwin can not turn down such an opportunity. Furthermore, one can assume that all visitors have eaten well, so need more alcohol to be drunk. Since almost every backpacker, the edge is, how lucrative the "free meal" so naturally.

Darwin was so great!

flew on Monday morning at 1:45 I then to Brisbane, a hostel worker I had nothing to the airport because they thought it was crazy for that I preferred the 4h-hour walk to the airport the 11Dollar expensive taxi.

My plan is to come up. :) Joa

gesternvon and then I'm Brisbane to Bundi hitchhiked my Obstvorraete have increased at Beemart (who have one probably even work for me), and then it went to Tracy..

Shaun was there too! It was his birthday.

The children were uebergluecklich that I was finally back, Primrose also natural. Here

has changed a lot.

Tracy has a new roommate, AJ, Matthew and Russell have been more Lego and build in peace, instead of screaming through the house to run andsecuring argue (Stephen will be lured with tricks from the room and locked out), Shaun has tried with his father, the Alki to live, what failed. Then Tracy told him. "So you've tried everything and you get along with anybody If you nciht cease to drink, then you have no place where you can stay." It worked. Shaun now lives back with his parents, works in the bakery, drink no more and has even taken his drivers license.

Unbelievable! Really good!

Hmm and I have a sore throat. : (Can not talk much and just so you do not call as scheduled Sorry for any inconvenience

.!

Greetings from Bundi

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This photo was Subsequent addition I have, since the paragraphs be changed in the big blog entry by inserting a photo drastically and I would have to reformat everything again, I am adding the photo here. This oscillating bed was hidden on a hill near the Lake Argyle. One only needs to roll out his sleeping bag on and so you can swing under the stars in a breathtaking beautiful dreams. :)

I'm traveling right now very quickly from one place to another, you can not write so much. The blog entries I'll catch up later and wanted to hereby announce only that I am well and that tomorrow I'll be in Darwin.

Greetings from Berry Springs

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Halli Hallo dear ones

Up Lome have you followed us last time, and since then a lot has happened. Meanwhile, we have arrived in Cameroon and spuehren the first harbingers of the rainy season. But now as always first times of the series.

in Lome, we enjoyed a few days at Chez Alice, with Swiss cuisine, fondue and rosti Burgingnon ...

Also, Nic and Ant have taken us back in Lome, but the two were a little panicked because of the rainy season and a very notorious stretch of road between Nigeria and Cameroon, where people have used anscheinen already 6 days for 80 km. They therefore wanted to continue as quickly as possible to get through before the big rain. We stayed a few days and came here and Julien Pioter, two cyclists on the west route. With them we had a fun time with a fine dinner and games, such as: soon

"who I am" Well, we noticed that if you remain long in one place, one begins to think too much. As follows: drive alone by Nigeria ... the rainy season in Cameroon ... well, at some point we had to go simply to not einzurosten and keep moving. So off we went to visit, something Togo.

On the first day we made a detour to tiny Lac Togo. Ca. 30 km east, only to return to breathe some air street. We spent a night camping on a little expensive, but for the idyllic countryside was worth all.

The next day we continued north to Mont Klouto. Not the highest mountain of Togo, but still very beautiful and above all nice and fresh in the night!

When we ramped winding road to Mont Kloutu we experienced our first unofficial roadblock. Two guys had blocked the road with a vine and demanded Wegzoll for the potholes, they have supposedly been repaired, o). Potholes heaps gabs, but none was repaired. Our mite was then two Golfbaellen that we had Robert (thanks Robert) ... and everyone was happy: o)

The first unofficial roadblock our journey

Tchova on the top of Mont Klouto

WC gabs unfortunately none o)

We spent two relaxing nights on the mountain and drove us the time to relax and Waeschewaschen. The former was difficult as little as we had for the first time since the beginning of our journey, Teaglich rain showers. So we had the clothes hung out to dry under our tarp.

After successful two day drying our clothes, we drove further north to Badou, where there are guide books to consider are a beautiful waterfall.

We had heard this in Lome, the main link between Kpalime (at Mont Klotou) and Badou in a miserable condition and that there is an alternative route through the mountains Togolese (Of course Slopes!).

We decided, just to take this track and could enjoy such a journey through picturesque landscapes. Although the first 15 km of slopes were very demanding and difficult, but after that, the road changed to a real natural highway.

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camped in Badou we even on the grounds of the only hotel and had soon the whole village school to our car around. Once again we played TV for all the children of the village o)

a little guitar lesson for one of the students helped, however, soon to break the ice and (min for about 10) some respect and privacy to win: o)

As always, if there is a tourist attraction in the vicinity of a place is found, is already on arrival (even if the path to the attraction still is several km) numerous, sometimes self-appointed guides who will show you the wonders of the environment. We decided, however, even in the 12 km Akloa (where are the falls) and drive us to take a local guide. This decision proved to be a great Glueckstreffer. In Akloa, a likely 50-100 Sehlenkaff we even found a small inn. Run by an elderly couple (without children) after the hour hike to the waterfall, we checked into the inn and spent an exciting afternoon with the hosts and staff. Told of Switzerland, showed pictures and listened to stories about Togolese traditions.

We arrived at the end to conclude that the Togolese Highlands and Switzerland are very similar: o)

are in both places there are mountains, temperatures are cool and even, in Togo there are traditional Ringkaempfe among young men (arm)! Unfortunately, we were a little too early to admire the traditional Ringkaempfe of Togo ...

Togo rocker (picture from the Internet)

cooked the evening we then for the owner of the inn, and all others who had the desire to sample a Schweizergemuesecurry. Most hats so half-way tasted others do not, o) (luckily, because we had too hungry, o))

Here are some impressions of the waterfall, so we're really driven to Akloa:

The path to the waterfall, some not so easy ...

... but worthwhile!

The next morning we packed up cozy and got ready for the onward journey. The owner of the Auberge was still drop in for a little farewell chat and what surprised us with a cash gift of approximately (converted) 100 €. Of course, we would not accept this money. But we soon realized that he was a rejection of the gift would have very offended. So we exchanged in return (real) e-mail addresses from (details to be real and unreal in the section on Nigeria) and said goodbye with a sincere promise to notify us about him and to keep our trip to date.

Next we went over so Atakpame to Kara, where we waited 3 days on the Gueltigkeitsdatum our Benin visa.

Here are some of Togo's highlights:

Togo stack art

The voodoo market in Lome

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BENIN:

Oh woe to Benin eigenlich is little to tell. We are down to one night in Nikki, just before the Nigerian border, passed.

NIGERIA:

The most infamous country in Africa drivers! Anything else

Some keywords:

- Unofficial (created by bandits) roadblocks

- Armed Raubueberfaelle on everything that moves

- police harassment every 100 meters

- corpses on the roadside

- "only never stop!"

Well, we knew that many of these horror stories a kernel of truth included and for some regions in Nigeria certainly apply. We did, however, that the route through "central Nigeria", which we had chosen belongs to the safe. We were quite nervous but when we came to the Nigerian border post. We had already been set for hours of discussions with tax collectors and immigration officials had to say, however, crossing the frontier to one of the most pleasant of our previous Rice is: o) very friendly, helpful and proper officials. Even our laisez passer (customs document for the car) was completed twice by Zoellner, as he had stamped wrong the first copy around. Finally, he helped us a good exchange rate to be agreed with the money changer ...

We said after this experience: "A first impression" and went almost without jitters, farther east. We had planned to spend the night in a small National Park. But the runway there was so bad that we opted for a detour. Unfortunately, this detour led through one of the main roads in the country. And so we became victims of countless police checks. No fewer than 12 inspections within 50 km was our record! But each of those stops was very correct and friendly, sometimes he ended with a chat about our trip. Few officials asked ourselves: "what are you taking for Officer XXX? I'm Officer XXX "o)

with a". I bring you my friendship, my smile and a strong Haendedruck "could be put off the most.

For those who wonder how it looks a roadblock: we could not and would not take any pictures, you have to be Schicksahl's not always challenge o)

Now, imagine two empty oil drum on each side of the road before. In between, a board studded with nails (of course on the road, so that there is no chance for a drive-through) and usually a small wooden shed on one side. The control then proceeds like this: to be slow (2nd gear, about 20 km / h), the type that one waving out ever chuckling salute precaution and window crank, if not already open, down, grinning even more and take the hand thrust out as a greeting. Then, the document requested (but not too hectic yes) get fish up, and the wooden shed hike. Again, all friendly grin. Most of the office is in the shade and if electricity is available, right next to a fan. All questions about indulging friendly . Let Sometimes, again back to the car because you forgot a document.

said, the controls were often time consuming, but usually also humorous. All thought we were crazy! How to get only the idea of traveling to Africa. And in a car without air conditioning.

An air conditioner, we also wished many a time! It started to get really hot namely. The fairly pleasant 30 - 35 ° C from Togo were no more! During the day the thermometer climbed to over 40 ° C. The first

After we spent in Nigeria, therefore, from the long drive pretty geschlaucht in a hotel (room with air!) In Igboho.

Our plan for Nigeria to be as quick as possible to Abuja, the new capital was to drive. Here are all responsible for our relevant messages. And theoretically you can get all the visas for the onward journey.

So we left early in the morning and made our way towards Abuja. Actually we had planned a stop at Abuja, but as we very well on the road, we were the characteristics about 650 km in one day.

What a ride! Again several police checkpoints, pothole roads, headwind, rain and even briefly. And to make matters worse, we broke our iron intent: "At night, never, never, especially at night driving in Nigeria".

About 21.00 clock, in the dead of night, we arrived at the Sheraton Hotel in Abuja. No, we can not find a room in the most expensive hotel make Abuja o) of the parking lot behind the hotel ground is under overlanders (Africa drivers) but a popular place to stay. Here may be free and you will be tolerated. As long as one of the paying guests do not get in the way comes: o).

Our standing room at the Sheraton

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There are over eight to romantic places around as on a concrete course of a 5 star hotel near the one hour internet about 30 CHF and a day in Swimingpool cost 20 CHF. Also the outdoor shower (the pool) where we washed ourselves in the eyes of others (either payable) visitors, in swimming trunks or bikini, made a Intiemwaesche little difficult o), we found out soon that it is before 6:00 clock in the morning undisturbed pretty ...

But what can you do ... we wanted to get as many visas as possible and so we had no choice but expensive pig in this diplomatic and Oelscheichstadt, at up to 46 ° C, between the Sheraton generators and to enter a busy main road. You have to say

however, that we had for many hotel guests and employees a large number of some attraction came to us and asked us out were very interested and friendly.

slide over false email addresses:

In our time in Nigeria, we soon found out that the people are very curious. And apparently it was fashionable to have friends in Europe. Often we were asked for our addresses, phone numbers and e-mails. And just as often we have any list with addresses, phone numbers or e-mails, kept as evidence of a contact to Europeans under the nose.

very obstinate people insisted on a contact exchange and let us first at rest, as they received a few e-mail address from us.

surely you know all the emails from Nigeria, where one is invited to his bank data and thus reveal a pile of money to win. Also in the guidebooks is often warned by electronic fraud.

For this reason we gave to most people the wrong, or ancient e-mail address.

Go to Abuja:

as mentioned earlier, Abuja the new capital of Nigeria. It was designed on the drawing board and is home to everything that has status and acquisitions. Accordingly, the expensive city (Swiss supermarket prices) is. But unfortunately we were stuck in the diplomatic, Oelmulti and rich people's town because we needed the visas for onward travel. We managed three visas, Cameroon, Angola and Congo. Angola was taking the hassle!

On the Angola embassy, we had However, a very nice experience. In the waiting room we met a friendly Nigerian, Mr. Ogbolu. He also works in Oelgeschaeft doing business and had to examine any truth in Luanda. Not welded together and we have with him about the difficulties of getting a visa Angola laments.

we finally found out that he is staying at the Shareton. a somewhat embarrassing situation arose when Flo and spontaneously said, "oh what a coincidence, we are also in Shareton." That we, however, was camping at Shareton little hard to explain, o)

Mister Ogbolu was by no means outraged, on the contrary. He was extremely interested in our trip and wanted to know everything. Finally, We drove in his company car back into Shareton and were even invited to lunch. Ala carte, as much as you eat kan Unfortunately we decided to try out the Nigerian cuisine. Except for the Huenerpfeffersuppe was all very getting used to and we ate only wehnig o (

However, we were very grateful for the food and the amazing experience to be allowed to eat during a Trans Africa in a 5 star hotel: o)

(Mister Ogbolu has our real e-mail received: o)) were

After 4 days, luckily we do not own. Piot and Julien, the two cyclists met one afternoon at the beautiful Sheraton concrete parking lot. And just a day later met a Belgian Pair (Gert and Veerle), in a Land Rover, one in Abuja. The two wanted to Cameroon, Niger and Algeria and then back to Belgium.

Gert and Veerle

Waeschewaschen

Shareton group photo (left to right: Piot, Flo, Gert, Veerle and Julien, Sarah takes the picture: o))

Abuja After 10 days we had together, the above-mentioned visas and especially sick of this town. Fortunately also Gert and Veerle had on the same day all needed visas together and we decided that notorious and worst runway (the world), to refrain from Nigeria to Cameroon under the wheels.

Even over this section of road there are some horror stories such as: 6 days for 80 km, stuck in the rainy season, flooding of the car in bottomless mud holes, etc.

We were therefore very happy to have to not to the route master alone. But more details on the mudslinging between Ekokem and Mamfe in Cameroon over the section; Gemuetlich o)

we went, after 10 days of Abuja towards Cameroon.

lunch break of our little convoy

After an overnight stay in Makurdi, we went to the Obudu Cattle Ranch. What turned out to be really worthwhile trip. The Ranch was a huge Touri and conference resort high on a mountain about 1,500 meters. One of Switzerland equal winding road led up the hill and with each meter, the temperature dropped noticeably. On the ridge we found the ranch. "Alas, our first reaction was," this looks a bit too classy for us out! "

As we marveled at the prices at the reception was pretty good atmosphere in our initial Keller. But after some explanations and stories about our trip we were on the edge of the system FREE camping.

Can you imagine that it freezes at 18 ° C so right? We had to find that this is quite possible and pulled out our sleeping bags and sweaters from the lower boxes o)

Obudu Cattle Ranch

gateway to

...

camp in the morning mist

After a cold night more beautiful left the next morning. Once we stayed still in Nigeria, in Ikom (about 50 km from the border).

Highlights Nigeria:

Nigerian staple banana art (image by Gert)

lunch break on the roadside (La Vache qui rit, sardines, Buechsenfleisch, avocado and toast English Suess, GORGEOUS)! o)

After a relatively unproblematic border we went to the infamous stretch of road between Ekokem and Mamfe. When asked about road conditions were the border guards just grinned and said, "well, the last 3 days,'s has not rained, so should you ever get through ..."

Initially, the slope in very good condition and we are determined even for a lunch break.

Wonderful sandwiches (which is beautiful by the way taken seriously)

look but not so bad off, on the contrary!

But after a few kilometers was already the first "remote" truck in the way and we slowly realized that it probably is even thicker. And it was thick!

Everything still in the green

man left note the mud hole!

Often we helped local people who are retarded or were sunk. People cope with the distance even with ordinary (hoehergelegten) car. But sometimes even they need help: o)

In the evening we had the worst part of the trail behind us and stayed overnight at the Gendarmerie of a tiny backwater villages.

The rest of the line to some degree was in good condition and arrived shortly after noon, the tar road in Mamfe.

Actually we wanted to increase our supplies and only then straight on towards the Mount Cameroon Buea. But we met in Mamfe Harm, a Holaender who has bought a motorcycle in Bamako (125 small, imitation of a Chinese brand and Honda) and with the plans to the Cape. Gert and Veerle Harm had already met in Ghana and a few hi's and Ekokem-Mamfe-road-Geschichtten we decided to stay overnight in Mamfe and the next day in the three convoys continue.

Harm ...

... and his moped

Then I went then to the third (or five of us) towards Mount Cameroun

through picturesque landscapes usually very good about trails and through small villages. The children welcomed us with more "white man, white man, give me pen!" And this art in so rehearsed, we asked ourselves whether they learn at school? O)

As we searched for a resting place for the Zmittag, it happened. Through the rain, the edge of the slope was so diluted that our dear Flo Tchova burying a short time. But with the help of Gert (and unfortunately I have to admit, a Land Rover, o)) we could hold our car very quickly. What a shame

for any Toyota driver, o)

And what have we learned? "Never drive too close to the edge of a runway, especially not during the rainy season!"

fleet went back later on with an overnight stay in Nguti and already soon we saw the foothills of Mount Cameroon.

Actually we wanted only a little rest, wash laundry and possibly access the Internet. But in the end we stayed 4 days in the Presbyterian Guestthouse Buea at the foot of the highest mountain of Cameroon (4100 m).

The only one who could bring himself to climb the mountain was Harm. and he succeeded in this incredible 2 days. The rest of us were concerned about some harm, because the rains had really started. And point 4 clock, every day, poured it for some two hours down with rain!

Again we had our sleeping bags out to look for the really cool 18 - 20 ° C endure. And twice we fled before Rain in the lounge of the guest houses.

Our camp at the foot of Mount Cameroon

breakfast

quick wrap all the rain comes!

Thank God we have a tarp

Sarah has wrapped up; o)

Harms equipment leaves something to be desired. Since he had never planned to go to camp so long and in between, he had to buy a tent in Mali. Also a Chinese product, which is (probably Belueftungszwecken) has a window in the roof o)

So completely unsuitable for rain. He was also pleased about our plans, with which we could at least keep the worst rain.

some point we had to think to the drive on, as we must in Yaounde for 2 Obtain visas. And here we are.

sitting once again in a big city firm and wait for visas, Gabon and Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC) are missing to us.

At least we have found a great place. In a Christian Guest House. The shower and the toilets are super clean and there is even WYFI!

before yesterday have Gert and leave us Veerle: o (

Aunt Gert's works in Batouri, a small village in eastern Cameroon this they want to go visit again soon and then to the north, over Niger, Algeria and Tunisia, back to Belgium

..

group photo of our little convoy (left to right. Gert, Harm, Veerle, this time with Sarah and Flo Selbstausloeser o))

So Her body, hold the ears stiff and wish us thumb for obtaining visas, especially for the Congo. Apparently, as the roads are nearly the same as Ekokem-Mamfe!

Greetings from the Rainy Cameroon

Sarah and Flo