Immediately shiny jeep took us to the first city Dapaong 40km from the border. Was the owner of a c

Togo - finally back to the ocean. Finally a truly green side. Togo went fairly quickly with jokes by Burkinskata border police and the subsequent Togoliyski colleagues on Berbatov and Hristo Stoichkov, who were the only association with Bulgaria:) Once we were called "tubab" in North Africa, then became "Nasara" here already We had a new name - "Jovo". So called atlanta food trucks white children sang a song for us after Jovo "Jovo, Jovo good day, how are you? Thank you!"
Another noticeable difference Burkina is that as Muslims here are a few bars have become very. In every village, however small, may not have bread, atlanta food trucks but at least there is a bar. Drinking is the most local beer and some local gin made from palm trees and having a taste of hot brandy firstfruits. (Liter cost about 3 lev)
Immediately shiny jeep took us to the first city Dapaong 40km from the border. Was the owner of a chain of pharmacies in the area and again with a personal driver. The good thing was that he knew English and let us local music. Once you leave us at the beginning of the city to the pharmacy, the need to go all the way to its end, which was not less. After a long wait stopped truck without even are its neighborhoods. There were three nice togoliytsi not even know French, but got along perfectly with the international language of gestures and smiles. Wanted to leave us 20-something kilometers before the town of Mango to go camping and the next morning. Napalihme his fire and his nagotvihme wonderful rice and then we watched a movie:) In the morning we took another truck to Mango after rapid examination of town and sure to have breakfast at the local restaurant, we continued.
The road was narrow with huge holes and mountain areas with curves. Almost no movement apart from many bikes and trucks. atlanta food trucks The trucks were super old and broken and so overwhelmed, tied by any means anywhere, inclined to one side, almost swooning only on slopes. Almost every kilometer I see a bad truck on the road, sometimes with scattered overturned load around. Once a stop near one such injured truck driver atlanta food trucks and came to talk to us. He said that six days waiting on the road to come help someone.
Mango Mercedes took us to a police officer and a civilian inside. Hardly spoke and took us to Kara, a city that had a small mountain, which we thought to walk for several days. When we came, however, the driver said "Give me 5,000 francs." I told him that we stop and told us that we have to pay. "This is Africa. Nothing is for free "- answered. We explained that all the way here we passed the stop and we never paid. They could not believe it. We told them that we publish pictures and stories on the internet for the entire journey if you do not believe you can read. They asked us we take any money for it. "We do bezplatnno" I said. The officer threatened us that if we do not pay will lead us to the station. We told them, 'OK, let's go to the station. " However, they gave up and left. The car was not a taxi and we had no right to ask for money. There are taxis with yellow number.
Buy food, filtered water, and started up the hills. We went 1-2 hours and started to get dark. Succeeded after a long search to find a place for tent among floored gardens. atlanta food trucks The next day we bought papayas and bananas from local and continued upward. We passed through several atlanta food trucks villages and nobody worried about anything. Often even invited us to drink with them local beer and gin and eat with them. All greeted us with welcome, but nobody wanted "Caddo" or money, nobody attacked us offers something. In fact there was not even camping or hotel throughout the mountain and only found where to eat fufu in the only restaurant in one of the villages. Fufu is a local dish that is made from inyam (large vegetable-like taste of potato) and fought for hours with a wooden bat. Looks like raw dough and eaten with hands like melted atlanta food trucks sauce. We ate and went to the top. We were sleeping just below the summit, atlanta food trucks but there was no place for a tent and slept just heard. The view around was strange. The whole mountain was blown. There is a tradition to burn everything in the dry season to fertilize the soil and to clean dry pot. In all countries, until now the land around was burned (even in national parks).
The next day we climbed the top and back into the village to eat fufu again. We were on the 20th km of the city and started to walk back. After an hour of walking we rode pickup back in the body, because inside was full of tomatoes. Leave us in Kara, which was quite a big city and had to walk hours to go and sleep outside the city. We found a wonderful place to sleep on a large scale. The next morning, after hours of waiting on the empty road took us to the 20th man for miles. Ate fufu in the village where we left and continued. After another long wait took us in the back pickup to the next town Sokod