Grand Bassam Restaurant Grand Bassam Ivory Coast West Africa Thursday, October 26, 2006
In the hope of finding a meal that was nutritious, moreover, one that I wanted to eat, I went to a small place on the other side of the inland waterway called, - African Dream -
Pizza, I had pizza that was cooked, had cheese, and the chef cooked it the way I asked without tons of tomatoes and onions. It was great, my stomach has shrunk, and I was only able to finish half.
This is also a Hotel, which I am going to move into today, just for the better karma. It is owned by a former French TV producer, and photographer. He has his Caribbean wife and a couple of small children.
I am coming down the hill from this sickness, I need to somehow elevate my emotional status, and generally, a happy hotel will make this happen. Nonetheless, my conversation with the owner was sufficient reason to wish to talk more. Good conversation is a problem as I travel in Africa, there are no other tourists, and everyone speaks only French, I will enjoy this move.
Thus, I pack, and move on down the road, not far, just enough though to avoid the constant salt breeze. He has an airplane in the middle of the restaurant, and it flies.