It has once again took some time before I wrote what. This time it was not down to my laziness! Unfortunately, shortly after my arrival here my laptop breathed out his life. I've only stayed at the hotel then tries to one of the PCs. But with the French keyboard, you may become mad. More than 2 e-mails because I did not get executed. Then I had to fax it 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 must first make a detour via Berlin. It cost me almost a day.

Somehow went with what the airport pick wrong. I was at the airport and no one there to pick me abzuhohlen. First of me that 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've got a round of shot, but could not actually find one that had my name on a sign. I am really going towards the exit. Came to an inch behind me like an old friend. Will be well yet be picked up. I can not remember every face. He had also had my suitcase in my hand and asked how the flight for that. 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 it flowed off towards taxi stand and not a yellow car MTN. A brief dispute with a taxi driver and then we set off. The taxi driver said that of 10,000 francs, what the other guy 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 a while, we stop at a bank. I go inside. 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 said it would indeed now out of the question, after all, it's my taxi. In addition, the taxi driver had to 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 the customs of her, who was determined to look into my suitcase. Which he would have had to promise 10,000, so he let me go. 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 also somehow funny feeling. The guy is a good one and a half heads taller than me and very muscular. I really do not want to invest with him. And the role of taxi driver in the whole thing is still 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 or another arrived somewhere you expose in botany, you give him just the money. 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 would, I would have kept the taxi driver just there. But as always, just when you need it once ... After that he has 20,000, he asks how much he would get for his services. I said: You have 10,000 for the man on duty and 10,000 for you. I have no idea what I should give you that, but ok. Why do you still do have more? Well yes, the 20 000 were not for him. There was still another man, a police officer. The must get even 10,000. Now I'm seriously fed up. I ask him if he spins a little bit. But still a very sick feeling in my stomach as I know still do not know how far this guy is. We discuss back and forth. Finally, he brought me safe up to this point. I see something different. 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. 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 because I was picked up and I have not slept idiot. That's about 50 €. Would you also can start with something better. Again, I will at least not be taken by surprise.
As I learned afterwards that this was the info that I arrive on Sunday. Although I had also sent an email that I will be on Saturday evening in Abidjan, but the person who has read until Monday.

Well, sometimes we have the right instinct. It really was as predicted. This airport in Paris is really the most rotten, I know so far. I arrived there. Of course, on an outer surface, that is only a ride on the bus forever far from the terminal. Then the long walk up to the international terminal. Well, there's the well elsewhere. The security and passport control. Since it gets pretty close and it will take. Then finally there. Only once in the lounge. A bit of a breather. Also in: terribly closely. 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 either end. Thus, a piece to run. I get there. It looks suspiciously empty. Clock is now 12.45. If it is then 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 goes no further, it must be well to another. Go on. After I then again at the lounge was over, I noticed that when I had to go: exactly at the other end of the terminal. `Has already generated a lot of fun! There, the usual: a long queue in front of the switch. Three times control of your passport and boarding pass. Then I thought I had done it. Nope! Instead it goes into the plane back on the bus. Only once have a brief quarter of an hour standing around outside the terminal. Then finally go towards fliers. It runs. Meanwhile, I ask myself, is whether the ticket was so cheap because there is a bus trip. Then finally arrived. Now it takes just under an hour until the last passengers from the terminal by bus got here. In such a fit 777 and yes plenty of clean something. these are quite a few buses full. Once the passengers finally all there is only refueled once more. I've never experienced it. Normally, yes, the empty airplane is refueled. This seems to be something different. Well, with plenty of late but still going on, we go towards Abidjan.

The earthquake in Lima, so I'm just escaped. Today we start traveling again. Actually was not planned that way, but I have to fix again in the Ivory Coast. Thus, about 1,5 weeks. Actually, not really what I enjoy making. 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 at the hotel to hang out. As I said, not that which is really fun. The only consolation is it for 1.5 weeks. Then we continue to Jakarta.

Today it's back home. I'm sitting in the lobby and wait for the driver who will take me to the airport. Yesterday and today was here again real rainy season weather. Rain, thunderstorms and humidity that one with breathing difficulties. If you step out of the house on the road fogged glasses. But soon, the whole end. Tonight at 10, goes back to the homeland and the plane tomorrow morning at 10 I'm shon back home. Because it goes to Paris, probably again without luggage .

At last! I managed to get out of the hotel at the weekend to get out. One of the employees of the client went out with us from Abidjan to a small resort right on the beach. A wonderful, endless and almost empty beach people. Powerful surf. Great food. Was a beautiful day and the result of a slight sunburn on my shoulders.

What I had indicated earlier, has become true. I'm back on the road to Abidjan. 've Got to do again for a few days. By Monday or Tuesday.
'm In Paris. One of the airports of the poorer sort. Everything tight, cluttered and unfriendly. Giant snake at passport control and only a Kontrolleuse there. At least here I had to throw away anything.

A good example is one of the pictures below. It is a GPS clock, which is used in order to provide for a variety of servers and other equipment an exact time. The Clock is by receiving GPS signals automatically placed exactly on the 1/100 second. As I said, this is in Africa. The photo was taken on Tuesday 17 April 2007, 13:28:44 GMT. The time displayed is also GMT. The deviation is slightly more than 7 years!
Another example of this happened to me on the weekend. Hartmann (young man in the photo below right), a colleague of MTN (Ivorian mobile phone provider), offered us something to show on the evening of nightlife. "Rue du Prince" was all over the world, famous for its bars, pubs and excellent live music. Good idea, I thought. About 20.30 clock on Saturday he called me then. He'd abhohlen at 21.30 clock. I now sat in the bar and listened to the nightly live music. By the way, pretty much the only thing here corresponds to half the price level. Another guest and I arrived with the musicians this week and they offered us to take a train through the bars with us. I said that I could not, unfortunately, because I would be picked up within minutes of been someone else. Maybe next Saturday. It was now 21.30 clock. No trace of Hartmann. Well, just African time. They asked me again if I wanted to go. I again said, no, I already agreed. What they did was on the way. 21:45 still nothing to be seen by Hartmann. I'll call him and ask if he was on his way. He said, no, do not come with James so he decided we do not go. I just said yes Would you narufen times.
The next day I met the other guests told us me that it was great. Well thank you! Around noon the phone again. Hartmann! I pick you up at 15.30 hollow. We, along with James, watching the city and a little stroll through markets. Good idea, I thought again. Well, the reader will know how it ends. 15.30 Neither clock nor any trace of when a hard man.
Monday morning. Hartmann comes right up to me and says Hau me! The car was broken! The most popular excuse since there are cars! I said, I believe him not, but it's ok. Africa indicated.
For the rest of these Hartmann has very many other things proved to be extremely useful colleague. Whenever something to organize, get to improvise, is that Hartmann is the man for that!

Click at the best photos on the link. The large images are then better recognize. It is not easy to take pictures of black men against a bright background