I breath in the air, a sultry midnight breeze touches my skin, taxi drivers, phone card sellers and money-dealers swarm around me looking for a chance to earn some money.
Looking around for Ibrahim, I take in all the impressions, realizing it’s been way too long!
Even though Ibrahim is nowhere to be seen at the airport and my cell phone doesn’t work I’m instantly feeling at home and comfortable. The guys hanging around are starting to understand that I’m not a first timer in Africa. I’m not worried to not see Ibrahim, neither am I feeling hopeless or helpless.
The ones who thought to have a chance to rip me off have left already, leaving behind a few helpful guys. I’m being offered cell phones to call Ibrahim, who’s phone seems to be out of reach also.
I end up getting a fair exchange rate on my Euros as well as on a local sim card and am even being offered a ride to the hotel. Most of all I have some nice chats with the guys, while enjoying the typical African atmosphere.
After a while Ibrahim does arrive with a local friend/guide. His feverish body covered in lots of layers of clothes, a mat stare in his eyes. He’d been on the bus all day long suffering a malaria attack. Nevertheless I’m happy to see him.
And while he is quickly regaining strength, I am nourishing my soul exploring the area with our friend Yves.