From Portugal I left my overland journey for over two years in West Africa. Two years of self preparation for life I tag it these days. I lived a simple local life. I worked in a local job that allowed me to pass on my knowledge and skills to others in the area. Call it sustainable.
I traveled to remote areas that most people will not see. I battled with racism directed at me. And social inequality, again direct at me. All the time in the west people fought to relieve such stigma’s they were often accused of.
That said. living in West Africa was much akin to living in the “Wild Wild West”. People can and do have lives there that are truly detached from the rest of the world.
And that is one of the beauties of Africa. People take package tours to Namibia, South Africa and Kenya – and yes they have been to Africa. Those the “brave” the over sections of Africa will often be found on “overland tours” or 4×4 adventure trails. The reality is few people head to the darker regions of the continent. Those that do, are often backed with hefty salaries, security and or political backing. You’d be surprised to see how little of Africa they actually get to see. Yet, to listen to them you’d think they were in the bush all the time.
There was little opportunity to access good internet where I traveled and lived. In fact if it worked, then quite often there would be no electricity. Or fuel to run a generator. In turn I wrote into my original hand written journal. And so the content remains.
I am still searching for a place called home. And truly don’t have the time to transfer it to an online version. During my time in Africa I could not even upload a single full resolution photograph. At least not until the end when an expat helped me out. Then on a return to Europe for my overland journey I took a few days to upload everything to storage. What I couldn’t do in two years in Africa, I could do in two days in Europe.
Then again in Africa I could give my clothes to hand wash in exchange for mere cents. In Europe I spent four days Africa salary to have half a load washed. And yes, your clothes smell different in Africa. Everything does.
I have included my African years in my book. An in-depth look at my life there, and why I went there. I truly don’t know if I will get the time to update this section of the website. It’s hard enough to find the time for the rest fo the website let alone go back. But, if I do, I must surely will update things here.
In the meantime, feel free to leave comments below or contact me. If enough people would like to see more posts in this category it will for sure encourage to write more about it and post more photographs.
All photographs on this entry are bigger then the normal one’s I put here. As a result if you click on them they will expand quite a bit!
For the The Longest Way Home – This is Africa!
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