
Note: Africa Days is a series of posts based on journals and letters from my years living in Kinshasa and traveling across Africa, beginning in 1974. You can read previous and following posts below.
Cotonou, Benin, 25 August 1976: “There’s a wonderful breeze off the ocean and consequently no mosquitoes. A blessing. The Atlantic at Cotonou is pretty: greenish water, fine sand, palmy beaches.
“We spent the morning at Abomay, visiting what remains of a huge palace built, successively, by the 11 rulers of that most impressive kingdom, which thrived from the 17th until the early 20th century. The guide, quite knowledgeable, had rich anecdotes about each potentate’s various symbols, which we found in relief on the walls and in the delightful murals and on the many scepters of gold, copper, iron and brass, along with thrones, jewelry and garments from each reign. I was astonished at the richness of this history. I have felt exactly the same way in looking at the bronze and terracotta works of the Benin and Ife civilizations. Sensitive, and sensual. Lovely work. Astonishing that it’s not more widely known.”
Friday 27 August, just north of Lome, Togo: “Once again, that pleasant time of day, morning — in a gravel pit! We have become devotees of gravel pits, which generally provide us with the isolation and quiet we crave and which require no permission from anyone — and are priced exactly to our tastes!
“We pulled in around 5 last night and prepared a truly remarkable dinner of fresh shrimp pili-pili, a fresh tossed salad, crusty French bread and our favorite German white, hauled from Kinshasa for just such a seacoast meal. A good sleep, then this morning a shower, boiled eggs, toast with peach jam and coffee while listening to a program on John Kenneth Galbraith on the BBC. We spent much of our time in Lome in the USIS library, with time out for a lobster dinner, some delightful French pastries and a short visit to the ocean. Now we are headed toward volcano country for a relaxed day or so of reading, writing, cleaning and some adjustments Miles needs.”
Kpalime, Togo: “A lovely calm day yesterday. We are in hill country again, which is much to our liking. We picnicked at Kpami Falls, a pretty 100-foot chute, then drove to a little mountain town where a French lawyer in 1944 had built a small stone château atop hill overlooking Ghana’s Lake Volta. It was a pretty climb to the château and fun to hear the caretaker reminisce about the parties M. Viale held before the government forced him out six years ago. Then we spent a pleasant late afternoon and evening at the ‘campement’ nearby, reading about Ghana to come.”

That campground in the hill country and the gravel pit near Lome represented two of the many categories of “accommodations” which Mike and Miles and I had become accustomed to over the course of the trip. In cities, we’d often find a school or a museum that would allow us to park for the night and perhaps use a rec room or the like to boil water or take care of other tasks. Other times, we’d splurge and go to a “rest house” — a modest, government-supported lodging particularly common in Nigeria.

In Zaire, we had either parked on the road near a village (asking the chief’s permission), or stayed in missions. The mission experiences were varied. In Karawa, Zaire, we stayed at the Swedish Covenant mission. I wrote in my journal: “We got to know all the mission residents by nightfall. Everyone was most warm (by our standards, even intrusive). But it was lovely to be taken care of so nicely.” Our last night in Zaire was at the Mission Protestante, “a tiny tin-roofed hovel on a lovely point jutting out into the Ubangi River. There, Jack and Jeanne Dangers shared their supper with us.” In Bossenstili, Cameroon, “We spent last night at a Swedish Baptist Mission. Our hosts had us in for cakes and a delicious drink made by boiling some dried pink flowers. We heard a scripture, were prayed over by the African pastor and sang some hymns (in 3 languages). A bit awkward, but interesting, as well.”
All in all, we preferred the Catholic missions we’d enjoyed in our Zaire travels, where the good priests loved to talk of old times, always had a goodly stock of beer and wine, and didn’t seem to concern themselves with our souls.
Our life in Miles was remarkably pleasant, as I related one evening Nigeria: “We generally ‘set up camp’ in 2 or 3 minutes, closing curtains and pulling down the mosquito nets. Then we begin fixing dinner. We usually eat very well. Tonight we had a vegetable curry of cabbage, tomatoes, onions, sweet potatoes, and carrots — all from roadside vendors — with rice and coconut. For lunch we had tuna with chopped egg on whole wheat bread (the latter is a rare treat) with cucumber and tomato slices and fresh limeade. For breakfast we‘d had grapefruit, bread and jam. We buy fruits, vegetables, bread and eggs from local markets. We have canned meats, rice and noodles, dried soup and seasonings in the cabinet.

“But back to evenings: I do most of the cooking, partly because Mike is doing most of the car maintenance and more of the driving. While I cook, we listen to the BBC or VOA. Sometimes we have a shot of Scotch after dinner and play some Rook. Usually we read a good while. Sometimes we leave the dishes until morning and do them during our coffee stop, about 10 or so — another pleasant time. I’m getting into macramé, and I’m enjoying memorizing songs from our cassettes as we drive along. We have fun quizzing each other from the almanac and from a word book I particularly like. We keep our clothes clean, keep good food in stock, keep our ‘house’ clean, check Miles’ tires, batteries, oil and exhaust pipe regularly. We wash our hair frequently, standing beside the bus with one of us holding our plastic siphon hose over the other’s head. We take frequent sponge baths. So far we’ve been remarkably lucky with the weather. It’s a pleasant way of life, really. We’re keeping a budget faithfully, and our per diem expenditure for the first 39 days is about $17. It shows we can travel reasonably and make the purchases we want — at least in Africa.
“Sitting here drinking my coffee, listening to a VOA program about crocodiles, I feel content.”
Up next was Ghana. It would give Nigeria a run for its money as a cultural rockstar: A festival in Cape Coast was a highlight of our Africa years.