Well, hello there! This post is about Guinea-Bissau. We travel from the Foula Mori border crossing in the east, to the capital, Bissau.
That somewhat cryptic message in the story refers to an earlier attempt to enter the country. They asked me to come along, and of course I said yes. I was intrigued by this little-known country, not least because of this review from Lonely Planet Africa, the edition. And that was the clincher.
Guinea-Bissau said no entry for you, missy. So I waved goodbye to the gang and hitched back to The Gambia. In fact, so uneventful was it, all I remember is taking a break by a river near Dioloulou and the lorry driver very kindly sharing his food with me.
And the reason I remember, is because Dioloulou is such a fun name. Say it out loud: Dioloulou! Though, I do see the irony of possibly being denied entry from Guinea-Bissau this time. Meanwhile, we have a slightly annoying first encounter with the country. At the border โ the building to the right here โ we are more or less coerced into paying a bribe to not have our bags searched verrry thoroughly.
Our defences are down after the oh-so-long drive yesterday, so we give in. During the entire road trip, this is the only time. Other attempts either end with us saying flat out no โ or inventing reasons why we cannot pay, e.
