Pasaron 10 años desde que comencé a viajar en bicicleta por el mundo y no tengo planes de cambiar de medio de transporte, pero si tuviera que elegir un medio motorizado en el que yo no
Most travelers who cross this region of Africa do so by following the most direct route, which is the one that follows the coast of the continent. However, my intention is not
As soon as I get off the taxi, the stench assaults my nostrils penetrating deep into my lungs. For a few seconds I hold my breath to digest the impact. I exhale, and try to
I am back in Senegal on another radiant day. I pedal along the streets of the border town of Keur Ayip zigzagging through a traffic jam of taxis, horse-drawn carts and
Following my favorite tradition of crossing from one country to another along the most remote and least-traveled borders, I approach The Gambia from its southeastern corner. I move forward
I cannot determine exactly when I officially enter Senegal, because, in the middle of absolute nowhere, it is difficult to distinguish when one crosses the imaginary line that divides the countries. Everything around
After 4 days in a row of pedaling breathing dust, I arrive at Dabola pushing on the pedals helped by the impulse of each cough. Tired, dirty and sweaty, the illusion of a cold drink fades in the darkness
Just a week ago, I was entering the embassy of the Republic of Guinea in Bamako to apply for a visa. I usually go to all the embassies with my two passports
After leaving the cotton region behind, I have only a few days left to reach the border with Mali. Every day that I advance towards the Sahel, it is an
Shortly after leaving Yamoussoukro, the green tones of the southern vegetation give way to the aridity of the north. I am experiencing the reverse transition process that I experienced almost 3 months ago when I was pedaling south from the Burkinabe Sahel to the fertile south of Ghana.
I am always excited to arrive in a new country, especially when I come from crossing one that has not left with something very special inside. With the advent of the arrival, curiosity and uncertainty ignite once again like flames when pouring kerosene on a bonfire.
If it had been for me, I would not have spent more than a day in Accra after returning from paradise because the capital of Ghana, like all the capitals of the sub-Saharan African countries I know, has no particular appeal.
