It has once again took some time before I wrote what. This time it was not for my laziness! Unfortunately, shortly after my arrival here, my laptop had breathed his life. I've tried it only once in the hotel at one of the PCs. But with the French keyboard, you will go mad. More than two e-mails because I did not get executed. Then I had the fax thick. I finally found one. With Internet access and a clever keyboard. I can even be set to German.
The broken laptop I have to pay even a bit of time. Here I do not need him so desperately. But I had planned to fly from here to continue immediately to Jakarta. Now I need only make one more detour to Berlin. It cost me almost a day.

Somehow went with the pickup at the airport what was going wrong. I was at the airport and no one there to me abzuhohlen. First of me that still has not really bothered. Perhaps he even appeared on yet. Finally, I needed only times my luggage. Takes no longer than 45 minutes for my luggage finally appeared on the baggage carousel. Then, I have a round of shot, but could actually find one that had my name on a sign. So am going towards the exit. Came to an inch behind me like an old friend. Is then probably yet be picked up. I can not remember every face. He had also had my suitcase in my hand and asked how the same flight. I said that I would need more money. From vending machines. He said the airport there is no way we would stop at one. Strange but then I found that he rushed off towards taxi stand and not to a yellow car MTN. A brief argument with the taxi driver and then we set off. The taxi driver said that of 10,000 francs, what the other guys obviously did not like it so completely. I was pretty much 10 000. Half of it would have done so. But we were at the airport, just outside of town and I wanted the hotel, so what. After some time we stop at a bank. I go in. The guy wants to. I say that he should let the good times stay. It is quite difficult to get rid of him here. But before the bank, there are security guards and he was probably a little more cautious. After I protested loudly enough, he stopped outside. Back in the taxi, he said I should give him 50,000. I ask: why? Well for the taxi, he says. I wonder if he wants to take the piss out of me. The taxi driver wanted 10,000. He said it was was not and he would also pay the taxi driver. I thought that would even now be no question, after all, it's my taxi. Also had the taxi driver will have 10,000 and more than enough. Yes, but I should be in at least 20,000. Finally, he did me the man held by Customs from the neck, which was eager to look into my suitcase. Which he would have to promise 10,000, so he let me go. Which he must give him the next time he goes to the airport, otherwise it gets difficult. Slowly, I find the whole thing a bit silly. However, I will somehow uneasy. The guy is a good one and a half heads taller than me and quite muscular. I really do not want to invest with him. And the role of the taxi driver about the whole thing is somewhat unclear. He sits there all the time and goes silent. The hotel is not yet visible, but at least we're roughly in the right direction on the road. Anyway, I think, before you type another arrived somewhere or you expose in botany, you give him just the coal. So I give him 20,000. However, after some discussion. He shall also do not think that I'm completely crazy. When we stopped by at this time at one of the roadblocks the military, I would have let the taxi drivers hold just there. But as always, just when you need it ... even after he has the 20,000, he asks how much he would get because of his services. I said: You have 10,000 for the man on duty and 10,000 for you. I have no idea what I want to give you that, but ok. Why do you want to have even more now? Well yes, the 20 000 were not for him. There was still another man, a policeman. The must get even 10,000. Now I'm seriously fed up. I ask him if he spins a little bit. But still with a rather sick feeling in my stomach because I know still do not know how far the guy is. We discuss back and forth. Finally, he brought me safe up to this point. I see things differently. Without him I would have felt much safer. I should still give him 10,000 and he would get out. That seemed to be the cause value. So I write another 10,000 now and actually, I'm the guy off. 5 minutes later we are on site. Again 10,000 for the taxi driver. All in all, 40 000 and no one picked me because I've slept idiot. That's about 50 €. Would you also can start with something better. Again, I will at least not let surprise.
As I learned afterwards that had the info here that I would arrive on Sunday. Although I had also sent a mail that I will be on Saturday evening in Abidjan, but the person who has read until Monday.

Well, sometimes one has the right nose. It really was as predicted. This airport in Paris is really the most rotten, which I know so far. I arrived there. Of course, on an outer surface, ie only a ride on the bus forever far from the terminal. Then the long walk up to the international terminal. Well, there's where the other also. The security and passport control. Since it gets pretty narrow and it lasts. Then finally there. Only once in the lounge. A bit of a breather. Also here: horribly tight. Says the lady at the inlet to me again: Boarding 12:30, 60th Gate Tuning in for a coffee, a glance at the newspaper. It is now time to go to the gate. The lounge is located approximately in the middle of the terminal, the gate at one end. Thus, a piece to run. I get there. It looks suspiciously empty. Clock is now 12.45. If you then stands directly in front of the gate, you can also read the very small at the bottom of the scoreboard: Flight moved to 80th Gate Since there is in one direction does not continue, it must be like the others. So go ahead. After I was then again at the lounge over, I've also noticed where I had to: exactly at the other end of the terminal. `Has already generated a lot of joy! There, the usual: a long queue in front of the switch. Three more times the control of passport and boarding pass. Then I thought I had done it. Not a chance! Instead it goes into the airplane back on the bus. Only once more standing around Almost a quarter hour before the terminal. Then finally go towards fliers. It contracts. Meanwhile, I ask myself whether the ticket was so cheap because there is a bus trip. Then finally arrived. Now it only takes about an hour, until the last passengers from the terminal by bus got here. In such a fit and plenty of pure 777 yes what. that's a few buses full. Once the passengers finally all there is, only fueled more times. I've never experienced it. Normally, yes, the empty airplane is refueled. This seems to be somewhat different. Well, with plenty of late but still going on, we go towards Abidjan.

The earthquake in Lima, so I'm just escaped. Today it is already on the road. Actually was not planned that way, but I need to fix it again in the Ivory Coast. So about 1.5 weeks. I do not really know what's fun. The gray-fated airport in Paris, the beautiful ... .. expensive hotel with 3 star service at a five star price. That there is nothing, but can also do nothing at all. Every evening in the hotel hanging out. As I said, not that what's really fun. The only consolation: It is for about 1.5 weeks. Then it's straight on to Jakarta.