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Day 113 – Thurs 21 Jan – 11,091 km, Oturkpo, Nigeria
After a few long days, I decided to only set off in the afternoon and spent this morning carrying out various chores and going for a jog around the town much to the surprise of the locals and horror of the kids, who were at times running from me in abject terror – maybe it’s time to sort out my appearance! This evening I have once again been shown some amazing generosity by a local guy who fixed me up with a dollar exchange, and has now kindly invited me to stay with his family. With fears of potholes playing on my mind after yesterday’s accident, I had to again take an exhilarating night ride trying to keep up with his motorcycle taxi.
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So good to hear of the
So good to hear of the kindness of strangers! But sorry you are scaring small children when you run, Rob!! I doubt you have the time, inclination or even water and shaving cream to shave the beard though. I'm glad that you and Bertha have come through potholes and 'spying' problems relatively unscathed.Reading your story about the barracks reminded me that the son of a friend of ours was arrested for a short time in London recently as he photographed the exterior of a police station for a book he is writing about architecture (he had even asked permission inside the building first - it was some other policeman who arrested him!) ...what a world! Keep going Rob - we think of you often and relate your adventures to others, who then read your tales of the ride South! Love, Vanessa and Piers






