Many, many, thank you very much for all your messages, you can not even imagine how good they feel and especially now that I come from war, my war (with the guy who never gives up and I can always think a little more) I am in Cameroon (or what's left of me) to 82, horrible Kms from the border with Nigeria.
This connection is not very good and I can not tell you much. Only
demystify Nigeria a bad name (which I loved) me everything has happened.
And how hard it is today, with those last 82 km of track infernal (5 hours). I fell four times and I have a sprained ankle, not if I can put my boots tomorrow. Ibuprofen have dinner tonight.
At this point, I had a beer alone with my bike and I assure you I have been told "that we have come!"
The photo is in Benin road to the border with Nigeria.
Tomorrow I will try to reach Yaounde, to begin with visas
Manfo (Cameroon) to 7900 km from Madrid.
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