Kilkenny to Congo to Cape Town
- A solo motorcycle journey through Africa
Having completed my journey, the following is a summary of
sorts, a rounding off, and an acknowledgement to some
important folks.
I am often asked the following questions and thought I
might address them here...
- ‘Was it not dangerous?’
This is
probably the most commonly asked question (sometimes
together with “That's very brave!”). I’m
not quite sure how to answer that one as of course there
are all types of dangers in our everyday lives. Now it is
possible I went down through Africa in a state of naive
ignorance and was unaware of near misses and threats to my
safety! But the answer is “No”, despite a few
dodgy encounters, I don’t recall feeling in danger at
any stage. I came across a quote recently from the great
explorer David Livingstone which rang true for me, and does
refer to my approach: “If a man
goes with a good natured, civil tongue, he may pass through
the worst people in Africa unharmed!”
And another thing I like to mention to those fearful of
personal safety, crime and that “lawless, dark
continent north of the South African border”, the
only thing robbed on the whole trip was my first night on
the continent in a mountain village in Morocco - a little
carabiner I had attached to my tank to hang my helmet onto
for convenience. That was it!
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‘Did you have any problems with the bike?’
Another
commonly asked question. I am very happy with the
performance of the bike -
it never let me down! And that
is the best thing I can say about it as that was what I was
looking for specifically. After durability and reliability,
were things like efficient fuel consumption, not too heavy,
comfortable, all of which had the boxes ticked. Having said
that, I did take care of the bike and didn’t abuse
it, not over revving or straining in too high a gear. The
oil was changed in Nouakchott Mauritania, Calabar Nigeria
and Windhoek Namibia. Oil and air filters, and spark plug
were also changed. Tyres, chain and sprocket were replaced
in Cameroon. On the whole 20,000 km a clutch cable broke, a
fork seal leaked, and an electrical problem was caused by
the TT seat severing a sender wire from the fuel tank. A
report on gear, equipment and parts used is included
here.
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‘What about your health, did you get sick?’
The main
threat to health, and a dangerous one, was obviously
malaria. I’m relieved to say I didn’t contract
it. I was conscious of avoiding getting bitten by
mosquitoes, but that is not often possible. At times they
would bite through socks, trousers, shirt...
I had all the recommended innoculations and didn’t
succumb to any other infection either. ‘Travellers
diarrhea’ struck me once I think, in Burkina, and
luckily it wasn’t too bad - just a matter of fasting
a day or so. One nuisance was the effect of constantly
breathing in the dry, dust laden ‘Harmattan’
winds in the sahel - Mali to Nigeria. It gave me I reckon a
chronic sinusitis that was only shaken off once leaving
Nigeria.
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‘What were the driving conditions like? Did you have
any accidents?’
I was fairly familiar with driving in Asia and South
America from a previous occupation so was to a degree
prepared. The main practice is defensive driving - knowing
what is around you, about to happen, might happen,
anticipating situations, and above all never taking
anything for granted. Because anything can happen.
Luckily I didn’t have any accidents involving other
vehicles, the closest call being in Nigeria. Although some
countries more than others were plain dangerous to drive
in, defensive driving made it manageable. Nigeria was a bit
hectic at times though. The main difficulty is that if you
leave a gap of more than a few feet between you and the
next car it is an invitation for the person behind to
overtake. The closest call I had was when a driver took his
opportunity and very, very nearly clipped me at some speed.
Just over the Mauritanian border, riding unavoidably at
night, I had a potentially bad spill (detailed in
Updates)
that fortunately wasn’t serious. Any others were
lower speed tumbles in sand or mud.
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‘Do you have a favourite country on your
trip?’
The answer is ‘No’, simply because there was so
much in every country I passed through. And the fact is I
did travel the length of the continent in a little over
four months, which doesn’t allow for much time
discovering the huge wealth and diversity of cultures. So
here goes...
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Mali Mali2 Mali3 was
the country I was most looking forward to and it made a
big impression - the Niger river, the desert, the Dogon
country, and the music - in particular the Festival in
the Desert near Timbuktu which exceeded my high
expectations and was a major highlight for me.
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Morocco is
very exotic and accessible and I left with a feeling of
so much more to explore and experience there.
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Mauritania with
its vastness and mixture of Arab and black African
culture.
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Burkina Faso I
have a soft spot for. With nothing in particular of
scenic note that I passed (although the desert in the
north of the country I’d like to see), poor land,
very hot climate, and playing cultural and musical
second fiddle to neighboring Mali and its burgeoning
tourist industry, I liked the laid back atmosphere
particularly in Bobo-Dialasso.
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Benin.
Only
two days traversing the north of the country
wasn’t enough time to uncover more than a few of
its attractions. Seeming a little more prosperous than
the poor land in neighboring Burkina, and possibly the
culture a little more ‘comfortable’? I was
intrigued but wasn’t however exposed to the voodoo
practices on the coast.
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Nigeria has a
reputation as the most troublesome of countries for the
traveller and yet I had a very positive experience, in
my two weeks there barely scratching the surface of a
hugely diverse, interesting and friendly place.
- The Central Highlands of
Cameroon with
red dirt roads winding through rich green tropical
vegetation around mountain slopes was eye opening.
Despite the customary friendliness, I had a slight
problem with the in-your-face attitudes of some
‘corner boys’ in that part of the continent.
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Gabon Impressions:
the highest per capita income in the continent; a major
presence of migrant labour from other African countries;
expensive; equatorial! Riding east into the interior
through virgin rainforest was another highlight of the
trip for me.
-
The
Republic of Congo I
liked a lot, maybe because it provided possibly the
biggest challenge - riding solo on mud roads through
uninhabited jungle. There was a satisfying sense of
achievement successfully being spat out in Dolisie near
the Cabinda border.
It was also the people I met, in probably the most
undeveloped country I passed through coming down the
west coast, who were so friendly, spontaneous and...
good fun.
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Angola was
so many things - fascinating, exotic, evident Portuguese
influence, destroyed infrastructure, legendary roads
(“I travelled Benguela to Lubango” might
well qualify as an overlander’s badge of
endurance!), sophisticated clergy (“the
intellectuals of the community”), stimulating
people, and a sad, sad legacy from 27 years of civil
war.
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Namibia.
First
impressions are of a first world country. It took weeks
to get over the culture shock! It is a magnificent
country - the landscapes are stunning. Intense exposure
to the panoply of African wildlife in Etosha Game
Reserve; the German/Afrikaans white culture mixing with
Afrikaans ‘Coloured’ and Black, though
discrimatory, didn’t seem to be underlined by a
tension found in South Africa; the huge wide open
spaces, roads disappearing into the distance; camping
cheaply in comfortable tourist Lodges; Windhoek and its
consumer distractions; but most of all that area south
east of Swakopmund down to the border identified as the
Namib Naukluft Park. Awe-inspiring wilderness.
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South Africa is
another story altogether and I will have to recount that
when my impressions and responses settle a little. I came
to it with my own history and memories of a barefoot
childhood, a black maid and ‘garden boy’, and
growing up in an outdoor, sheltered environment. An
intriguing and very beautiful country (coastline,
Drakensberg mountains, Little Karoo desertscapes, the
kingdom of Lesotho), a great climate, and a very
interesting (some say nearly impossible) experiment in
accelerated social development.
And finally probably the question I’m asked most
often and have the most difficulty giving a straightforward
answer...
‘Why?’
I sometimes cite the initial urge of visiting the
Festival-au-Desert near Timbuktu in Mali and continuing on
through Africa, though in truth that was only the seed for
the trip. Returning to the country of my birth for the
first time since my family left all those years ago to
bring the kids up in the ‘home country’ is of
course the underlying motivation to visit South Africa. But
really, the answer to the question ‘Why’ is
simply because, I can. Many folks I believe would love to
have the opportunity to travel on a motorbike through
Africa but because of various commitments, including
naturally family, cannot consider it. I don’t have
those commitments, know that can change in a very short
time, so decided to do it while possible.
‘How was it’
It was a
fantastic experience.
Oh, and I didn’t get one puncture!
Acknowledegements
There are of course numerous people that contributed to the
the success of the journey, like Steph, Patricia, George,
Jack, Paul. However I won’t try and name them all as
I risk leaving out someone. On the sponsors page I list the
companies who supported the expedition with equipment or
expertise. My thanks to them.
Three individuals I would like to particularly thank
though, without whose contribution it would have been a
very different trip, are...
Iggy Clarke of Blakestown Tyres won't like me mentioning
his name the shy retiring type he is, but he was the man
who coordinated the “bike stuff”, pulling in
favours from suppliers, hassling his customers to donate,
using various biker forums to spread the word, and together
with Dion Byrne (CM) being a tremendous support in my
preparation.
After initial reservations (“oh no, what the hell is
he planning now?!”) my dad, Ed Bergin, threw his
support and help behind me, which was really appreciated.
And my brother Sean, who when he offered to look after the
website probably didn’t realise what a time
consuming, thankless task it would be. Nobody will know
(except possibly his wife) the hours spent polishing my
text and pics or the frustration at inconsistent
communication from different parts of Africa. I hope he
appreciates due to his effort, how much the charity SELF
HELP have benefitted from the exposure. I was informed
recently there have been over 250,000 site visits from
5,000 unique visitors.
And
now?
I have spent the last couple of months enjoying South
Africa hugely, and preparing for my return trip up the East
coast - I look forward to visiting some of SELF
HELP’s projects in Malawi, Tanzania, Kenya and
Ethiopia and reporting back - then hopefully across North
Africa and home for Christmas 2007. And THEN I’ll
grow up and settle down! I intend to continue updating the
website (which will have morphed into a new name -
suggestions welcomed) on my trusty iBook, and contributing
articles to The Irish Times.
Finally (if there are any readers left!) another reminder
about
SELF HELP. I am
proud to have supported them, and urge you please if you
have enjoyed any of the website to go to the
“Charity”
page and donate something, any amount. Thank you on
their behalf.