Day 77: Labé 

Tonight there was a party next door until 3:00. So we're a little sleepy.

Have breakfast, give a few things to wash and finally start the process for the Nigeria visa, now that we know that we can definitely count on receiving the letter of invitation. By the way, in addition to the 88 dollars, there is another 20 online fee – great. Once again, payment works straight away for Wolle and not for Brigitte – that's where the problem lies. So another credit card and for that you need the German SIM card for a code via SMS to approve the payment. Pfff... But, in the end, it is done!

And then Adrian appears, the motorcyclist we met for the first time in Atar and for the second time in the Zebra Bar. Shortly afterwards, Domi and Lio, who we already know from Morocco, arrive here too. The three are currently traveling together and later want to go on to the Kampadaga waterfalls near Pita. What a joy to meet part of our travel family again. We go for lunch together around the corner to a restaurant that has been well reviewed on iOverlander. Almost starving, we get our food after about an hour. Without a doubt delicious!

The three friends are heading towards the falls and we walk into the town center in search of a copy shop that can make all the necessary printouts and copies for the visas. In the end, with a few security duplicates, we have 60 pages to pay for!

Back and having a shower, we're completely soaked again.

We could have taken one of the many motorcycle taxis on the way back. Can be recognized by yellow or orange vests with numbers and used by everyone from school children to old people. The bottles with the fancy red liquid on the side of the road are also for them – mini gas stations!

Last but not least, Wolle tries to set up an account with Western Union – just as much of a nuisance as online visa portals. But we will need it on the long run, ATMs don't always work reliably and a credit card can sometimes cause problems.

We had a meal cooked for us here yesterday and got pretty good pizza (for whatever reason the owner speaks Italian) and will use it today too, even if food is quite expensive compared to other costs here, as in Senegal.

Yesterday we spoke to four Italians. A motorcyclist with a prosthetic leg and his girlfriend and two companions with a car who are making a documentary about their trip to Accra. There is a charity project there for rehabilitation with used European prostheses, which they want to support with their tour.

And there is also an 80-year-old German here with the big bus who likes to chat a little and tells us that he used to work for a long time in Africa as an agricultural machinery manufacturer. He doesn't know if he'll do camping again, though; he once treated himself to a hut here.

That's the nice thing about traveling, you get to know very, very different people.