Africa 2006

All’s well that ends well. But, boy was it a long day… (and, strangely enough, another one involving public transport).
My next stop from Burkina Faso is Benin, but it’s a 1100 km journey from Ouaga to the de facto capital, Cotonou, on the coast, about a 20-hour bus ride. In my quest to avoid having to take public transport at night, I came up with a cunning plan: take the bus as far as Natitingou, a large town in the north of Benin, and then continue on early the next morning to Cotonou. Flawless.
So I called and reserved my ticket for NATITINGOU. Then I arrived at the station and purchased the reserved ticket for NATITINGOU. Then I put my bag in the bus storage, clearly marked with masking tape for NATITINGOU. I showed my ticket for NATITINGOU at the door of the bus, and again to the conductor when the journey started.
And then 2-1/2 hours into the trip the chauffeur announced he was going to Togo.
I wasn’t the only one heading for Benin (although the only one for the north). Everyone else for Cotonou, who would now add at least three hours to their 20 odd hour journey and would have to cross another border (and maybe pay other “taxes”) was pretty pissed off.
I was given another option: the chauffeur told me I could disembark at the small Burkinabe village where we were and that another “bus” would be along “any minute” which would take me to Natitingou, in fact probably “even faster” than the initial estimates. Yeah.
So of course I continued on to Lome, Togo’s capital. So much for the plan to avoid driving late at night.
The journey continued with no problems, and it’s only really when we started the daily “race against the sunset” that I started to get nervous:
1) Who knew Togo has hilly parts? All along I’ve been taking these journeys in the comfort of knowing that if the driver did fall asleep or run over a donkey, we’d just careen off into a nearby millet field. Here the picture postcard scenery meant lots more big trees and, as the sun showed us tantalizingly before slipping away, lots of hairpin bends in the road and steep drops. I hoped the hills would end before the sun.
2) After a brief supper stop (tinned sardines squished on a baguette for me), we stopped briefly just down the road where a big discussion ensued with some youths at the side of the road. Turns out they were our mercenaries and the chauffeur was negotiating their fee to accompany us on the bus, in order to protect us from possible bandits at roadblocks – that’s when I noticed the machine guns slung over the shoulders of these kids. In the end, a suitable price wasn’t reached and the youths stayed on the road – I wasn’t sure if that was good or not, but there was really no time to dwell on the threat of armed robbery because I began to realize that….
3) The driver must have been exhausted. He had been driving straight since 7am (and anticipated arrival time in Cotonou was at least 4am) and everyone else on the bus was sound asleep (except me – rigidly looking out the window).
But we arrived safe and sound in Lome at 1am. Then I had to face a throng of taxi men who saw the lone foreign face get off the bus. I agreed a price with one and followed him to what turned out to be an unmarked taxi. Then his “friend” jumped in with him – for “security” I was told. They told me my hotel was 15 km away outside of town.
Although they seemed friendly enough, I was thinking I should ditch and get another ride, but I babbled to them about how I knew the owner of the hotel and he was waiting up for me to arrive and would already be expecting me. And my instincts felt that they were legit people and the “security” was to protect them against rogue clients. A police officer who stopped us at a checkpoint soon afterwards and confirmed the distance of the hotel made me feel even better.
And when I finally arrived at 2am, the taxi drivers really wanted to wake up the owner to confirm that I really had been deposited safely! For the first time in my life, I actually paid them more than I had initially promised – and even threw in a couple of those little Canada flag pins as bonus.
That was the last time (well, never say never…) I’ll be taking mammoth transport like that on this trip. Even better, the hotel where I’m staying has a pool, so it’s all good. And that’s where I’m going right now….