

Heading for Cotonou through a country of grey skies, burnt soil and smoke, sometimes a bit of the fresh green in between. My throat hurt, I did not want to talk anymore.
Then finally Cotonou: crazy traffic, then off road along the beach and finally - it was almost 8 p.m. – a warm welcome by Maryam and Joachim at the Auberge au Large. We had made it – our Tour team was complete now.
Monique, a restaurant owner nearby, invited us to eat at her place directly on the beach. The wind brought clean air from the sea, and suddenly my voice was 1 octave lower.
At midnight we jumped into the rough waves of the Atlantic ocean.
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