By the time we leave from the border night has fallen. I’m back in the middle of the last line of chairs. Long waits, it still being hot and it being even more packed and crowded, make that I feel far from comfortable. I keep on telling myself that I’ll manage and focus on my breathing, every now and then asking the neighbors to open the windows to take in some fresh air (followed by requests of others to close them again).
There are a few disagreements on who ‘owns’ which seat. A lousy African B-movie based on screaming, shouting and adultry keeps the crowd busy. They can’t keep their eyes of the screen, scream and shout along with the actors and have clear opinions on who’s right and wrong. The movie lasts about 4 hours, about half of it was twice shown, and twice enjoyed. By the time it finally ends, it’s music time. Loud music… for the rest of the night…
A guy at the end of the line is feeling sick sticking his head out of the window with regular intervals to throw up. The road is bad, the driver in a hurry and we are being shaken up for hours on a row and every now and then we are being propelled from our chairs when the driver overlooks a hole in the road. Bagage is free flying from the luggage racks, limbs and bodies are trying to get back to the packed position they were in before and dust enters in huge doses.
I’m in Togo but so far have no idea what it looks like and can only hope that it will feel better in the days to come.
It’s about 4:45am when we arrive at the bus stop in Lomé. Hardly ever have I been the first leaving the bus, but this time I am. I made it and no way I’m getting back on it on short terms!
15 minutes later I’m knocking on the purple door of Josefien & Leo’s house. Waking up on the couch hammock a few hours later I notice that both my clothes and skin have changed color over night.
It’s about time for a good shower and a fresh start of my time here!