Having shown her all the top tourist attractions in the city
(the main square, the impressive selection of roundabouts, the hospital, my
neighbourhood, friends and very excitingly, the newest ‘supermarket’ and
patisserie), we headed off to a little hotel not far out of the city for the
night. The next morning (after an eventful night of broken air con and scorpions!),
we went in search of Elephant Rock,
The track to Elephant Rock |
which does what it says on the tin-it’s
a rock that looks awfully like an
elephant! We drove there “en brousse”
(through the bush) along a track which quickly descended to a path, and then to
an indistinguishable, rough direction towards another bit of space, occasionally
interrupted by a camel caravan. This proved to be, as well as being extremely
fun (I had the Top Gear theme tune running through my head much of the time!),
afforded us with some beautiful sights of Chadian village life; women in bright
red scarfs riding donkeys laden with fire wood, women gathered around the scarce
wells drawing water, chatting away and children playing in the sand on the outskirts
of the occasional village made up of groups of round mud and straw huts.
Then suddenly, from the seemingly endless
flat, a group of rocky looking elephants emerged! I climbed up with my self-
appointed guide, a little girl from the nearby village, and took in the view of
infinite sand. We learnt after that boats on Lac Chad used to be tied to the elephants
trunk. It would be another 45 minute drive by tarmacked road to reach the
shores now.
Following all that intense physical activity, the only thing
left to do was to spend the rest of the week by a pool, catching up, relaxing
and jumping into the cool water to escape the 47C heat. We had a wonderful time
together and I can’t thank my Mum enough for her love, support and
encouragement.
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