Letters from AFRICA

In October 2017, and after four months back in the UK, I was packed and ready for the next leg of my journey down the length of Africa. This time I had the advantage of knowing what I was up against. I was going to be doing it properly, with all the gear and now with slightly more of an idea of what to do.

I knew it wasn’t going to be all plain sailing as I had already failed to obtain my Nigerian visa in London over the summer. I had also read that the DRC and Angola were going to take more than a sweet smile, but I would deal with that once I was back in Africa. For now I had a fresh 48-page passport and my Ghanaian visa in my hand.

Touching down in Accra, I couldn’t wait to see my bike again. I had left it with a flat rear, dead battery and blown seals on the front forks. Needless to say, I didn’t think anyone would have been using it.

Therefore I was slightly shocked when my friend had put another 1000kms on the clock! The bald tyres were now totally slick and the dripping front forks covered in black oil. I wasn’t impressed, but nothing really seemed any more broken