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Nigeria went after we went walking bridge over the River Niger. dallas food trucks Border policewoman long questioned why we do not have a car, how we got there and we did not you afraid of lions and snakes dallas food trucks as we sleep in the woods. In Nigeria, however, there was not a lion, and snake until now we had not seen. He also said that in Nigeria multilateral dallas food trucks dangerous, but I already heard many times. Still remember our first night in Africa, Tangier Moroccan, who spent the night with crossed X Nigeria and said: "Do not go to Nigeria! There you will take everything, even shoes and leave you naked and bare ... if ever leave you live "But we are we headed right over there to check true are these stories. In fact, we had to go to Nigeria only transit visa for 7 days.
The first night we spent in Niger near the border in a palm grove and in the morning we reached the first city-Gaia. The contrast with Benin was great - again, sand again mosques and midnight prayers again harmatan dusty wind. Poverty and dirt immediately eye-catching. There were no fruits and vegetables unless unrealistically dallas food trucks expensive watermelons. The roads were still broken and the cars - even overwhelmed. They did not want or could not speak French. Apparently, many did not like the French here. Just 2-3 months ago two Frenchmen were kidnapped from a bar and killed in Niame. But otherwise, the people were nice to us and we had no problems.
We ate rice and hurried to get out of the bleak city. We went by truck on way to uzhansiya DOSO for the day been only 60 km. Way if he had not done since colonial times. Tired of lambichkane and hopping on the holes, we decided to stop to sleep and continued the next day. The first truck that passed was burkinetsat beninetsat and that took us to the border. They got 7 km before DOSO where we left before the police post. After DOSO road was getting better, but there was little movement. We stopped a Tuareg dallas food trucks who imported car from Benin. Before we let you go up asking us what we carry in a backpack and said he generally does not stop anyone. People here seem to be afraid to stop strangers, especially by making import car. I assured him that we are not criminals, even learned a little tamachek (tuarezite language here) of it, but until recently, he can not relax. When I asked him to stop in pustushtta of nightfall, he was very embarrassed, quickly drove us down and not have time to tell him goodbye. We slept Wonderful spot in the endless dry area. Night trucks and cars stopped and encroaching desert silence. As villages have no electricity, the night was a real dark. Around was quite equal as far as your eye can see and nowhere iznihvaha stone hills.
It was the only African dallas food trucks language that had writing all the hundreds of languages here (in East Africa only Ethiopian language has its own script). In Nigeria, there are over 200 different languages and neither will your writing. It's hard to imagine life without writing. dallas food trucks Tuarezite left us in a village on the crossroad of Maradi and there ate rice and filled water. Here water is another more difficult. In most villages did not even have pumps and brought out buckets of 30-meter water holes. When we find water pouring 7-8 liters which we ran for half a day.
Then we rode a Nigerian who also imported car from Cotonou. In fact, except trucks, import cars from Cotonou and a crowded reysche, no other movement. Even Nigerians preferred to cross the whole of Benin and Niger, to avoid Lagos and the Niger Delta. I finally talked to someone in English and hear Fela Kuti. Long dispute over the question of women in the Muslim world. Although he was an educated man, he felt that women can not control themselves. So you should marry earlier one to control them on time. Then they have no right to even talk to another man while their husband is entitled to take 3 more women to sleep with hundreds, if requested. Their understanding of family, love and children were totally different from ours, and it was hard to understand them. The topic was endless and the dispute was meaningless. dallas food trucks Soon dusk was falling and went down to sleep. We had another quiet night by the roadside in Niger and the next morning began the saga of the truck.
We decided that we are close to the last town - less than 80 km and the road was good, so we got on the first truck that passed and slowly headed that way. We stopped at the first village to help another truck to replace my tire. Then they changed the tire proved that we can not flammable. We were out of gas. The truck, of course, there were no sensors on top of the gear lever did not work hard and switch with great power and very scratchy. Our driver got the other truck and went in search of fuel. We waited an hour or so in the village where we ate local pancakes and poured water from the pump. The villages dallas food trucks were small and people-very nice.