week 96 - 97 - Morocco, our last country in Africa to explore - a diverse and beautiful place

We arrived at the campsite where Moritz and Ben were staying. It was not very busy, and we got a spot right next to them. Before we wanted to go out for dinner altogether, Tom and I wanted to plan our route through Morocco for the upcoming days. We only had ten days until we needed to be in Tangier and take the ferry back to Europe. Since Ben and Moritz had already spent several weeks in Morocco on their way south from Germany to Ghana a few months earlier, they were excellent at helping us choose some nice routes. We wanted to drive up to the Atlas mountains and also explore the desert again. Morocco has countless impressive offroad tracks; we got ourselves a guidebook and tried to select our favorite routes. After finding three beautiful tracks we would try, we were ready to go and stroll trhough town with Ben and Moritz and find a place for dinner. A small town festival was happening right next to the campsite, so we mingled with all the locals and sat down in a nice little restaurant where we enjoyed our first tajine, a famous Moroccan dish.

The next morning, we all drove to a big supermarket where we could stock up on groceries before it was time to say goodbye. Tom and I drove to Taliouine, where the first 4x4 track started. There, we left the main road onto a beautiful gravel road all the way to Foum Zguid. For three days, we were following this track, taking a break when we felt like having a snack or to take some nice pictures. We crossed some dry riverbeds drove over a very old pass roead and sometimes, the track was very narrow and in a very bad condition, but our Defender managed it well. We found two amazing spots to spend the nights and really enjoyed this time off the beaten track. Since we were mostly in the highlands, also the temperature was quite nice. This, however, was something we only realized when we arrived in Foum Zguid, the town where we filled up diesel and water before continuing on the next track through the Erg Chegaga, a part of the Sahara desert.

We started on the sand track just before noon and I was getting hungry, so we tried to find a spot with some shade, which was not very easy. There were only a few trees around us without any leaves - of course, since we were driving into the desert. Nevertheless, we stopped and ate a quick lunch, which we speeded up a lot when we stepped out of the car and stood in the heat. Without the wind from driving, the heat was brutal. We do not have an A/C, so the only cooling effect we get is when driving with our open windows. We continued into the desert and soon there were no more trees around us, just sand and more sand and then we saw the first dunes. Our initial plan was to spend the night in between the dunes, but it was waay to hot and to early to set up a camp. So we decided to go into the dunes and drive up and down, which is fun of course, but for us, it was also the only way of surviving in this heat. At least, we had a small breeze in our faces. The temperature was close to 50 degrees Celsius, almost unbearable. At around 5 pm, we were too tired to keep on driving, so we started to look for a place to spend the night. At least we now had some shade of the car to hide from the sun, but it was still boiling hot. We also didn’t feel like cooking and eating, so we were just laying around like dead flies until the sun finally went down and the air started to cool down a little. We thought it would be a good idea to take a shower in order to cool off, but the water in the water tank was literally boiling hot, there was no way for us to take a shower, we would have burnt ourselves with the water. Around midnight, it was still close to 40 degrees Celsius and therefore almost impossble to get some sleep. Our decision for the next day, therefore was an easy one, we wanted to leave the desert again. August was not the ideal time to explore this part of Morocco.

We left the desert in Tagounite and drove to Ourzazate. Our first stop was the supermarket to get an ice cream :) We then had to make new plans and decided to visit the Atlas Studios, the Hollywood of Morocco. Many famous movie sets were built there from movies like Gladiator, Cleopatra, and Passion of the Christ to name a few, and what’s special about the movie sets is, that they remain once the movies are finished. Like this, they can be reused for movies with a lower budget. We had a very interesting tour through the various film sets.

From there. we continued a few kilometers east, where we drove to a lake, it was nice to have some water around us. At Lake ‘Barrage El Mansour Eddahbi’ we spent a quiet night, the only visitors were the various street dogs from around this place, which all slept around our car.

Our last 4x4 track we had chosen was waiting for us, luckily, it led through the Atlas mountains again and therefore we were hoping for some cooler temperatures. It was a more touristy route through the Dades Gorges and over the ‘Col du Duano’, so unfortunealtey, most of the track is paved by now. On the bright side, there were almost no other tourists, since it was not the high season. To spend the night, we drove all the way to Lake Tislit, a truly breathtaking scenery with a lake up in the mountains. Hassan, a Berber who takes care of the lake, stopped by when we had set up our camp. He spoke French and some English and we had a nice chat about this place and his life up here. He invited us to visit his friend and his family the next morning for tea before we would leave again. It was a very nice experience to meet the traditional family and taste their delicious bread and have some tea altogether. We really enjoyed this stop a lot.

From Lake Tislit, we drove straight to Fès, a traditional Morrocan city in the north. These towns are mostly car free with very narrow streets, so we decided to park our Defender and treat ourselves to a nice Riad in town where we stayed for two nights. We both had our first job interviews online, so it was nice to have the possibility to have the video calls in a hotel room, and since it was the low season, we got some great promotions. We really enjoyed the two days in Fès. We went on a “Free walking tour”, something we really enjoy in every city we visit, and we learned a lot about Morocco and its culture. We also visited the Hamam and tasted delicious food in some nice restaurants, it was a real treat after the many 4x4 tracks and wild camping spots from the past days.

From Fès, we drove to Chefchaouen, our last stop in Morocco. Chefchaouen is also known as the “blue city”, since everyone started to paint their houses in all shades of blue. Now, it is a beautiful traditional city to visit. This time, we stayed on a campsite just on top of the hill of Chefchaouen, a very nice campsite, where it was easy to explore the city by foot. We also went on a “free walking tour” and enjoyed our last two days in Morocco a lot, before it was time for us to catch the ferry back to Europe. Tom went to the barber to get his last shave on African grounds, then, we chose a nice little restaurant for our last dinner and we had an amazing dish, Chicken Bastilla, we were definitely in food heaven. We then returned to the campsite to go to bed early, the next morning, we had to wake up very early to reach Tangier in time for the ferry.

We had to leave very early to reach the ferry to Spain. It was unreal and sad and exciting at the same time to be leaving Africa and go back to Europe. What a journey this has been. Our luggage is full of amazing memories and our hearts are touched from countless beautiful souls we got to know along the way.

week 91 - 93 - happy festivals, aweful history and very sad reality

The border crossing from Togo into Ghana was straightforward, but it took some time because Olga’s Carnet de Passage (CDP) was expiring and they wouldn’t give us a ‘Temporary Import Permit’, which you need if you don’t have a CDP. But after a couple of hours of discussions, the officer wrote an approval letter to extend the CDP for a few days, so we had time to cross through Ghana. We entered Ghana and took the road to Akosombo, a town a little bit up north from the coast. Shaun, an old friend of Tom, who came with us to the AfricaBurn Festival in Cape Town, is a huge fan of Ghana. He had spent quite some time here and he fell in love with a place called River Cottages in Akosombo. He wanted us to see this place as well and invited us to stay there for a night when he heard that we would be passing Ghana on our way back home. River Cottages sn a small little paradise with a few cottages in a beautiful setting right by a river. We arrived and jumped right into the river and enjoyed chilling a few hours at this beautiful spot. We had a bungalow to ourselves and there was also a pizza oven which we could use, so we decided to have a pizza night, which was a lot of fun and delicious!

Martin, another guest from the UK who was also staying in a bungalow on the property, joined us for some beers. He was in Ghana for work and has spent a lot of time in this country. He told us a lot about it and he loved listening to our travel stories. In fact, he was so excited to meet overlanders that he connected us with his business partner Alpha, a Ghanaian who lives in Accra. So the next day, we headed towards the capital, where we met Alpha, who invited us to stay at his house.

Alpha is an architect and owns a beautiful house on a compound where he is building more houses. He is a very interesting guy with many skills and interests, but most of all, he is an enthusiastic overlander himself. He drove from Ghana all the way to Sweden in his beautiful Deux-Chevaux, a crazy trip! He is also a passionate filmmaker and made a documentary about ‘Sodom and Gomorrha’, the world’s biggest electronic waste dump in the middle of Accra. Tom was really interested in visiting this place as well so Alpha told us where to go. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to join us, but he assured us that it was not a problem to go there on our own. The township that developed around the e-waste dump is considered to be safe. So the next morning, we took a taxi to the place and went on a stroll by ourselves. It was an interesting but also intense and shocking experience. The amount of trash was unbelievable but what was far worse, was seeing all these people living right in between these mountains of waste. For them, it’s an opportunity to make money, by collecting precious metals such as copper and bras. In order to collect it, they have to look through the trash and burn the plastic, which is very poisonous and bad for their health. It was truly devostating to see this. However, the people were very friendly and we talked to many of them and everyone was very happy to tell us about their life.

When we returned to Alpha’s house, he introduced us to his brother, who invited us over for dinner. We had a fun evening and later went out to meet a friend of Shaun, who showed us some bars and the food night market in town. We could have easily spent a week at Alphas place, but after two days, it was time for us to continue our trip. We decided to drive along the coast and visit Elmina, a fishermen’s town with a beautiful old castle that was initially built as a trade port but was later used as a slave house.

When we arrived at the castle just after dark, the security guard told us that we could camp on the parking lot. The next morning, some curious people came to talk to us. One of them was Sam, a local journalist, who was in town because of a special festival that was happening that day. He offered to take us on a stroll through the town and we explored the area together. We met many local fishermen who were repairing and building their boats and there were soo many local tourists around, all visiting for the festival.

Since we still had some time left until the ceremony started, we decided to take a tour through the Castle. Sam and his assistant joined us and by coincidence, we were joined by three girls from Ticino, the Italian part of Switzerland. They were there for a vacation. The tour was very interesting and when we were finished, we decided to walk back into town to watch the big parade that was happening for the festival. It was a big parade, where also the king attended, and the streets were packed with people. The parade ended in the small port, where people hopped on decorated boats and everyone was singing, dancing and celebrating either on the boats or on the piers.

From Elmina, we continued further west along the coast. Unfortunately, traffic was terrible and it took us a while to get out of the city. We initially wanted to drive to another beach but since it got late and we were stuck in traffic again in the next town, we decided to stop at a local church and ask if we could spend the night there. The people were very friendly, and we were welcome to stay. The next day, we crossed the border into the Ivory Coast. The border Crossing was simple and easy and we continued straight to the coast. We were welcomed by heavy rains, it was the first country where we actually really realized that we were traveling in the rainy season. When it rained, the road transformed into a river, but shortly after it stopped, everything dried very quickly again. Luckily, the rain only lasted for a few minutes every day. The landscape we drove through was very green, but unfortunately, it was not the green rainforest you would expect, but thousands of hectars of plantations. It weas either rubber tree plantations or palm tree plantations that we saw next to the roads.

Our plan was to spend a few days at the beautiful beaches, the Ivory Coast has to offer. Our first stop was in Assouindé, a small town before Abidjan, the capital of the Ivory Coast. Unfortunately, there were many signs which forbid driving on the beach and wild camping, so we asked at a little beach hotel if we could camp on their premises. The owner allowed us to camp in the parking, which, unfortunately, was behind the hotel and not facing the beach, but the restaurant and pool area were quite nice. We were all tired from driving and the border crossing, so we ate dinner at the restaurant and went straight to bed.

We had been texting with another overlander, Paulo, who was driving in the opposite direction towards us and told us that he had found a nice spot to camp at the beach a bit further west from where we were. We, therefore, decided to join Paulo and his friend the next day. On the way, we stopped in Abidjan, the capital of the Ivory Coast, to get some groceries and Toby needed to buy a new convertor because the old one unfortunately broke a couple of days ago. We found everything we looked for in the very big and busy town of Abidjan, but getting out of this place was another mission. They were repairing the highway, so traffic was rerouted, and everything was just one big mess. It took us about 4 hours to reach Jaqueville, which is only 70 kilometers outside of Abidjan. But finally we managed to get out of the city and arrived at the beach in the late afternoon. There was still time to relax a little, have a beer and chat with our overlander company. We cooked a risotto for dinner and we enjoyed a lovely evening.

The next day, we still had time to share some information about the upcoming route and exchange Sim Cards, and then it was time for us to continue. We tried to find a last spot somewhere along the Ivory Coast where we could wild camp, but it turned out that it was not so easy. The coastline is highly populated, so finding a hidden private spot was almost impossible. We looked at the map and decided to drive into a small fisher town and ask them if we could stay at the beach. The people were very welcoming and happy to have visitors and they let us stay at a beautiful spot right at the beach. It was not private, but this didn’t matter. Everyone from the village came by to say hi; they also brought us some jerrycans with water to shower.

Just when we had set up our camp, a young boy came by. He brought a backpack and sat down with us and started unpacking everything he brought with him. He told us, that his name was Frédéric. Apparently, a white man had bought the land we were staying on at the moment, where he wanted to build a hotel. He was the one who gave the fishing gear to Frédéric, to keep it there until he would come back. He also gave him two surfboards and taught him how to surf. Frédéric told us that he wanted to go fishing and surfing together with us the next day. We agreed, and expected Frédéric to go back to the village for the night, but just when we were about to climb into our cars and go to bed, Frédéric put up a tent in between our two cars and told us he would stay here for the night as well. So just like that, we had some company at our camp :D When we got up the next morning, Frédéric had already caught some fish. He told us a lot about the village and his life here and his plans in life. We ended up staying two nights and we enjoyed the place and company a lot. On our second night, we decided to watch a movie and set up our little beamer outside. We informed Frédéric and he spread the word in the village, so many people joined us to watch a movie – that was an exciting experience for us and probably for them as well 😊

Before we left the next morning, the fishermen from the village proudly showed us a small crocodile that they had caught and killed to eat. It was sad to see the dead crocodile, but we were also happy we didn’t ran into it alive at our camp. Even though it was still quite small, its teeth were super sharp.

We left the small fishermen’s village and drove inland towards the border to Guinea. We spent the night close to a town in the Ivory Coast, where we found a perfect wide open field and asked the local family who was living next to it, if we could camp here for a night. They were super lovely and excited to have foreign guests. After we showed them our cars and the camping set-up, they brought us some fresh passion fruits from their garden. Before we left the next morning, they asked us to take some pictures together. Of course we agreed, but then everyone left again into the house. We were already wondering if they had changed their mind, but then they all reappeared again. They went to change into their most beautiful dresses! It was so cute to see how excited they were about having us as guests. Luckily, we still carry our polaroid camera, so we were able to take some pictures and give it to them, so they don’t have to look at the pictures only on their phones. From there, we drove to the border to Guinea.

week 84 - 86 - visa organization, car repairs and meeting old and new friends in Angola

We crossed the border into South Africa and drove straight to Windhoek. On the way, we passed the tropic of capricorn again - for us, it was already the third time crossing it on this journey :-) It’s hard to believe that we were here with my parents exactly 8 months ago. Where did all this time go?!

We arrived in Windhoek on a Sunday night and wanted to start the next morning by organizing as many visas as possible in Windhoek for our trip up north. Toby also needed to see a mechanic; the first 1’500 kilometers after their complete rebuild of Olga, their Defender, brought up some issues on the car, which must have happened in the workshop. Since we would need to move around in the city a lot, we preferably didn’t want to sleep in the car. The first night, we were invited by Doren, a guy Toby and Martina met while in Windhoek a few months ago. He was hosting a little braai and invited us to join. We ended up spending the night in our cars in his driveway ;-) The next day we left early and started driving to all the embassies in Windhoek to gather information. We discovered that we could organize visas for Nigeria, the Republic of Congo, and the Democratic Republic of Congo here. For Ghana, we needed a residence card from Namibia; without it, we would not receive a visa in Windhoek. There is no embassy of the Ivory Coast in Windhoek, so we would need to organize this visa later, and for the other countries en route, we can either apply online for a visa or we don’t need one at all. After visiting all the embassies, our next stop was the mall, where we took some new passphotos of us and printed all the necessary documents for the visas. We then returned and handed in our first application at the embassy of the Republic of Congo. For 1300 Nam$ (~65 USD), we got our visas within two days, which was faster than what they initially told us, but after sharing our story about Toby’s pregnant wife waiting for us back home, I think they fastened up their process, and we even did not have to pay the “express-fee,” which would have been double the price - yay! We received our passports with the visas on Wednesday and went straight to the Embassy of Nigeria to hand in our next application. The lady working there was very friendly, but also, she didn’t have much power to fasten up things for us. It seemed like it was the most organized embassy of all the ones we visited, and therefore, the process was straight forward and there was nothing to change about it. We had to pay an extra fee of 3000 Nam$ because we are not Namibian residents (~150 USD), but at least it was possible to get a visa after all. The total costs came to 240 USD, including the express fee; it's not a cheap visa, but on the bright side, we already had it the next day. ASnd after we heard many stories from other Overlanders, who couldn’t get the Nigerian visa abroad or had to pay a lot more than us, we were still quite happy with how it went. Unfortunately, we were too late for the DRC embassy on that day, so we only managed to hand in our visa application there on Friday morning. They told us it would take 7 (!) days to receive it; again, we would have had the possibility to pay an express fee (but even the lady working at the embassy told us she would not spend that money because it would not be much faster). After we told her our story again and that we needed to get home as soon as possible because of Martina, who is pregnant and waiting for Toby, the lady however assured us to hurry up. We received the visa for the regular fee of 1200 Nam$ (~60 USD) on Tuesday already :-)

During these ten days in Windhoek, we (especially Toby) spent many hours at different mechanics; we treated us to a couple of dinners out and had many nice braai nights in our super cool Airbnb apartment. During this time, we got to know Toby (and Martina) better, which was very nice. It felt like we had already been friends for a long time. After spending months of traveling and living in the car, we shared a lot of hopes, fears, and thoughts in general about life and especially about going back home to Switzerland. And Talking to Martina on the phone, who was already back, was also interesting and sometimes increased but also decreased our joy of returning home.

On Thursday, we were finally ready to continue our trip up North. Our next destination was Angola, and we had some people we wanted to meet up with. There was Noortje and Marjin, the couple we met the last time Tom and I were in Angola and with whom we spent some lovely days at the beach. Of course, we wanted to see them again since we would be driving through Lubango, the city where they live. Marjin was even able to take some days off work, and we planned to spend some days together at the beach again; this time also, their kids would be joining, whom we didn’t meet the last time. We also wanted to meet up with Maarten and Renske, a couple from the Netherlands, who is driving from North to South along the West Coast of Africa in a fully electric car. And to top this, their goal is to charge at least 51% of their energy from solar power! A very inspiring project. When we told them that we were finally ready to leave Windhoek and on our way to Angola and that we could meet somewhere along the route, they told us that they were staying with a Dutch couple they met on the streets of Lubango while getting some groceries - it turned out that “the Dutch couple” was Noortje and Marjin :-D.

Toby, Tom, and I drove straight to the border to Angola and spent the last night in Namibia at the Piscas Hotel, where Tom and I already stayed before and after we entered Angola the last time. Marta, the receptionist, still remembered us. The following day, we could leave early and directly drive to the border, which took us 4 hours to cross. We still managed to go all the way to Lubango and arrived just after dark. Marjin, Noortje, Renske, and Maarten warmly welcomed us. They even cooked a lovely curry for us, and we spent a great evening sharing maaany stories around the fireplace in their backyard.

The following day, Maarten and Renske gave us a full car tour. It was very interesting to see how they equipped their 4x4 to drive all the way from the Netherlands to South Africa and back up again, using mainly solar power. Of course, they need a lot of space for their solar panels, but on the other hand, they have storage in the front of the car since there is no motor and the battery doesn’t use that much space.

Toby, Tom, and I spent another day at Noortje and Marjin’s place. We cooked “Gschnätzlets and Rösti” for them for dinner (a very typical Swiss dish), and the next morning, everyone was ready to leave and spend a couple of days at the beach, at the same spot we already went together last time. This was a welcome change of scenes after all the visa organization and mechanical work on the cars. We enjoyed the few days on the beach, laying in the sun, going for a swim, Toby even speer-fished his first fish, which was delicious, and Judah and Salome, the two kids, taught us how to catch crabs. We truly had a blast. Unfortunately, Tom wasn’t feeling very well, so he spent most of the time in the shade doing not much; I’m not sure if he had corona; the symptoms were very similar. But luckily, after two full days without driving anywhere, he recovered again and was ready to continue. We said our goodbyes and continued up north. From here, it was also all new territory for us - and we were very excited to explore some more of Angola.