THE SPONSOR OF MY BICYCLE SPARE PARTS IS COMPANY PRODUCING FINE BICYCLE SADDLES
www.abi.com.pl The descent from Nkambe was truly crazy- my rims in my wheels got so hot that I couldn't touch them. It was a good thing that I was going down not up.
Then, in small village called Aku I had to do all of my paperwork for Cameroon. Police, Gandarmeria and Customs all wanted something. The last ones didn't get their chance to hold onto my passport because I was already on the ferry canoe across the river. Hee, hee, you should have seen the frustrated face the official shouting at me as I cruised away down the river!!!
After landing on the Nigerian side of the border and making my way through the mud. I got to the Imigration post for Nigeria to face total incompetence.
First, the officers couldn't find my Nigerian visa in my passport and then almost stamped my passport for only one week for a transit stay.
After finalising all the formalities and checking through the police check post I got to begin my journey through this country.
It was similar to the DRC obstacle course which I had recently encountered. Mud and waterholes for the next 30 km, then the road gradually started to improve so travel was much more pleasant.
For my first night in Nigeria I chose to stay in a small settlement with only a few mud huts and some very honest people for which I was the main attraction of the evening.
The next day I found out that food in this country is boring, although the people are mostly very welcoming. The police are on their toes because of the national security threats from some so-called islamic terrorists from the north. As I am sporting a beard, they may well have suspected I was "one of them".