We made it! We made it out of the Moloch Conakry last night. What a chaotic, dirty and anarchistic city. We haven’t seen it in its entirety and it most certainly also has it beautiful sites but what we have seen made me love our present home town Abidjan.

The entire night it rained. It started off with a big thunderstorm shortly after we had arrived back at the eco lodge and continued until late morning and we had ascended back into mountains some 150kms North of Conakry.
A quick breakfast and coffee stop in a small village along the road and we continued on the new road where the heavily loaded trucks slowly made their way up the serpentines often with big black clouds of smoke coming from their exhaust pipes. We past again many of the wrecks we saw yesterday and a few fresh ones from the night and morning.

One gendarme stopped us again to ask why we leave the city so quickly. He recognised is from yesterday. We need fresh air was our answer.
At another checkpoint one gendarme wouldn’t let us go with out receiving the red pen that was laying on the middle console.

Shortly before Mamou we turned left onto a new bypass of the village to bring us onto the N5 leading us Northwest to Dalabe. This fortune cause our navigator o panic as it didn’t know the road yet, saved us from passing by some greedy and drunken police men who we had encountered yesterday and saved us time as the N5 is in a very sad state. Average speed around 20km/h. But the scenery was beautiful.

We arrived in Dalaba and made our way to the historic SIB Hotel de Foula with its magnificent view over the valleys. We snapped a couple of pictures as the room prices were slightly too steep for our budget and not worth it either. After checking out another place we found a decent hotel for the night with a bar for a decent price.

As we still had some left over pizza from last night we had that in the room as lunch.
This afternoon we will catch up on correspondence, sorting pictures and writing this blog.
Dinner will be somewhere in town.