“Stand by me; nobody knows the way it’s gonna be” – Noel Gallagher.
I certainly didn’t go to Niger for a booze up or even to pub crawl it, nobody does that do they? But somehow in the madness of it all we actually still managed to drink in 5 different bars in 4 days (plus on a flight and in a bus) anyway despite not even looking for it. A second and final Thirsty Thursdays on Niger exists then, for this timeshell as I’m unlikely to be back in Niger. Of course it helps that three of these bars were in our excellent hotel, the Hotel Univers 3 Aeroport Luxe in Niamey! And that still makes it a Thirsty Thursdays regardless of where I drank them. I also had a Libs Sorgho Beer on our mini-bus to the airport and a cold one on the way in, and way out.
“It’s funny how your new life didn’t change things; you’re still that Ulster boy you used to be” – Henley/Frey.
So I will start by naming the hat-trick of bars in the Hotel Univers 3, which is THREE by name and nature – the hotel name has three in it there are three bars here and three swimming pools and we also stayed three nights! This certainly reminded me of my days backpacking North Korea. For many reasons, Niger felt similar to North Korea, on the tourist side of the die roll. It’s quite a closed country, difficult to sort your trip in and out, they hold onto your passports, and as of my Pyongyang best bars article and Thirsty Thursdays on North Korea, more than one bar on the list was actually in my hotel!
Let’s get tore intill this list, in a country where for once I wasn’t bar crawl focused. It won’t be a regret that I didn’t backpack or drinkpack more than this five. Be at ease with your barmy life.
1.The Lobby Bar (Hotel Univers 3 Aeroport Luxe)
Your first beer in a country often tastes the sweetest as you are buzzing to be in a new country and to try a local beer there for the first time ever. My first ever Nigerien (not Nigerian!) beer was a Sorgho here at the wonderful Lobby Bar in the Hotel Univers 3 Aeroport Luxe.
2.The Poolside Bar (Hotel Univers 3 Aeroport Luxe)
Being from Northern Ireland and Danny Wiffen territory, it was obvious that I would both swim in the pool and drink by the pool. The bar here was open early doors for us – just brilliant. For once on our African trip, we actually just had a chilled out day here by the pool – reading, writing, blogging, swimming and drinking. Again it was part of our hotel complex at Hotel Univers 3 Aeroport Luxe.
This was the bar where I first tried LIBS, the National Beer of Niger. The previous night on arrival at the Lobby Bar I had only tried Sorgho. They are made by the same company, but the Libs tasted nicer. And since I care, it has a nicer label.
Then of course I did the Danny Wiffen loyal at Niger Away in the main pool. There are three pools here. This bar has good staff, cold beer, three pools, loungers for sunset and a television.
We met Ide, the main boss here too and hung out. Due to the swimming pool and the relaxation of it all, this was probably my favourite bar and bar memory during our time in Niamey, although meeting Kennedy Star was also cool.
And of course my tribute to Northern Ireland’s 2024 gold medal winner at the Olympics, Daniel Wiffen. Danny won our first gold medal since 1988 and I celebrated by swimming like a beast in the pool here at Niger Away.
3.The Restaurant Bar (Hotel Univers 3 Aeroport Luxe)
To complete the hotel hat-trick pub crawl we also had to drink in the hotel’s third bar – The Restaurant Bar. In fact, we drank beer, wine, coffee, water and even spirits in here! We were actually in here on each of our four days in Niger, so realistically this one was more of our local than the Lobby Bar! We ate dinner and breakfast thrice each in here. I haven’t done a Friday’s Featured Food on Niger yet, maybe to come.
The wine we had was a French Red Wine and the spirit was Bailey’s Irish Cream! We also tried Togolaise beer here, which we had also tried in Togo a few days earlier.
4.Bar Caupa Bangou, Niamey
On the final night, Augustine, the Junior Manager of the hotel invited us to watch local band Kennedy Star in a nightclub called Caupa Bangou. This was a great night – we met the singer and chilled out with beers after the madness of an attempted hijacking of our taxi in the darkness of Niamey. We hung out in the courtyard of the very trendy Bar Caupa Bangou, which also has a hotel next to it. That hotel is not even on Google or Google Maps – I didn’t take a photo of it nor write its name down but there you go…
We again had the local Sorgho beers here – cold and fresh and we relaxed at Bar Caupa Bangou and watched Kennedy Star.
5.Apty’s Cafe, Niamey International Airport
For a final beer in the country, we ended up at Niamey International Airport (Diori Hamani International Airport) three and a half hours before our flight as we had to collect our passports and check-in. We expected that would be enough time for a beer pre-departure lounge and maybe grab one in the departure lounge. Oh and there is a massive dinosaur at the airport…
Here was a mad one as we went for a bottle of Guinness for $11 US Dollars! Nuts in itself!! This was because we got to the airport 3.5 hours before our flight and yet the check-in desk didn’t even open until 1 hour 50 minutes before the flight! The only bar open before departures had Guinness in bottles for $11 US and they had no local beer! It was Apty’s Cafe, which was another wild coincidence as a year earlier (almost to the exact day), I had also drank in an Apty’s Cafe at the international airport in Lungi, Sierra Leone! That featured in my 11 bars in Sierra Leone post! I had a Guinness in that one too but a year earlier I snuck it in and it was £2.
After that Guinness, we still had loads of time surely…or not. Leaving Niger was nuts. We had 7 separate safety and security checks…
1.Getting into the airport. Then retreiving our passports.
2.Queueing to get our boarding passes. I ended up with two boarding passes exactly the same!
3.Passport check and departure stamp.
4.Bag check through the scanners.
5.Bag check after Duty Free.
6.Another bag check before the gate.
7.A final boarding pass and passport check at the gate.
In part 2 I was given two exactly the same boarding passes – nuts! What was annoying was we had no time to do anything. We were at the airport 3.5 hours before the flight. We had our Guinness and by the time they had opened the check-in desk, the flight was in 1 hour 50 minutes.
We wanted to have a final beer at the airport in the cool sports bar – which looked decent, and buy some souvenirs (I have none from Niger) but we were ushered through quickly by the guards and we were watched. We were still the only tourists anywhere in sight – the airport is the one place where you expect you might finally meet another tourist, but no – just the two of us. We couldn’t even take photos of that and then we were finally told to walk down a lonely isolated corridor and board the aeroplane a whole HOUR before it took off. Odd security but that is the Niger system. We were their only two European tourists for those 4 days. Finally, we flew out direct to Abidjan, Ivory Coast. On the flight, we took a slight advantage of that madness by nabbing two beers each onboard. Bocks from Ivory Coast and a tasty chicken roll.
Thanks to Niger for the memories and these 5 fast bars. Here are some videos from my days drinkpacking them:
“We are not born for departure, but we do learn to take it” – R.E.M.
In the last 20 years of backpacking the world, only TWO countries charged me for departure tax to be paid in cash at the airport when leaving…and the shitlist reads…
1.New Zealand🇳🇿.
2.Sierra Leone🇸🇱.
Of course they are not my countries, and you might wonder why I’m complaining on a 230-country deep travel blog about it. I mean, I love to travel. But…New Zealand and Sierra Leone – why not include the departure tax in the outward flight ticket? or on the visa? or tell everyone on arrival? or tell everyone when getting the visa that they will have to pay a departure tax when they finally leave that country? Both New Zealand (in 2007 and again in 2010) and Sierra Leone told me about this at the end of the trip…don’t blame my research – other countries don’t do it.
I had completely forgotten that Departure Tax was even a thing. It certainly was never asked of me in any countries after that, not even in bribes for leaving a country – apart from Togo in 2018 who stole 30 Euros off us illegally to leave. As a German striker was once called – Kuntz.
Then I got stitched for 575 Leones Departure Tax at the airport. You HAVE to pay it, and you have to pay it in local currency in cash. There is no ATM so the only way to pay it for me was to swap US Dollars into the local currency just to pay this fine to let me out of the country. Remember, most of us need a visa and a visa approval letter to visit Sierra Leone in the first place. Yet there is absolutely no mention of the departure tax or leaving tax on the visa, or even on arrival. I actually found out about it by talking to a girl in a bar in Aberdeen.
But alas, I reluctantly paid it and left Sierra Leone. It really doesn’t inspire me to go back. It shows a lack of open-ness and honesty – why not just tell us that yours in the only country except New Zealand where we must pay a departure tax in cash at the airport to leave!!
Then when I was finally trying to leave, at the departure gate, a representative from the Sierra Leone 🇸🇱 tourist board spots me, knows I am a travel bloggers and asks me what things the country could change. This could be a long list…
Firstly, Departure Tax. Scrap that shit.
What a pathetic excuse, to pay departure tax, what is it even for? Somebody told me it was for “airport maintenance fees”. But every airport, and seaport has “maiontenance fees” and the others don’t charge for it! Maintenance of the biggest international airport in the country which makes both of Belfast’s airports look like Singapore Changi away.
Maintenance fees for an over-staffed airport where workers do nothing. A cafe with NO other customers than me that has a rude manager who takes my money then tells me where to sit.
Maintenance fees for an airport without Wi-Fi.
Maintenance fees for an airport whose only bars and cafés do not accept card payments. Don’t get me wrong, I love the Leone currency. But customers need an option. I wasted all my Leones on your departure tax anyway.
If you need to charge “departure tax”, make the visa dearer at the start or add the tax price to the flight out so we’ve already paid it.
Secondly, ATMs. Improve them.
Put money in them and allow foreign cards to access them. Let tourists and locals give you money this way, in cash and also in a fee to withdraw it. None of the ATMs in the country accepted either of my two bank cards (a UK bank card and a Polish bank card). Yet both cards work in Senegal, The Gambia, Guinea and Guinea-Bissau. I tried over 15 of them in Sierra Leone. I’m just lucky they didn’t swallow my bank cards. The only way to get money in Sierra Leone is to bring money in and exchange it.
Thirdly, Internet. Get it.
Apart from my excellent hotel, the Hotel Barmoi, internet in Sierra Leone was amongst the worst I’ve ever experienced. You cannot get Wi-Fi anywhere, not even the main airport or in the swankiest hotels in Freetown! Maybe it has changed since 2023.
Fourtly, The International Airport. Move it.
To get to the international airport in Sierra Leone you need at least one boat journey and a car/bus or taxi. The international airport is on an island. While this might sound magical to some of you – wow – landing on an island and then getting a boat. It’s not magical. I waited over an hour to get out of the airport and then another 2 hours for the boat. And then another 40 minutes to get a taxi. The airport should be near a city, preferably in Freetown or a coastal city.
On the way back to the airport I took a cheaper wooden boat from Freetown to Lungi, but I was the only tourist on it and the village where they drop you off just doesn’t feel safe or comfortable for tourists. I didn’t like it. And it’s rare for me to say that, especially since I’ve backpacked 230 countries, about 40 of them in Africa!
Anyway, those were my honest four suggestions I gave to the tourist board of Sierra Leone before leaving Lungi that day, maybe they will listen to tourists and act on them.
Mostly decent people though and the country offers a fine contrast between the good and bad of whackpacking the world.
“It really really really could happen” – Damon Albarn.
Niger’s mainstay, Niamey is a lesser ventured capital city. I didn’t know a lot about it before my visit. We heard that boating on the Niger River and heading out to a giraffe zone would be the highlights and the normal things for backpackers to do here. In the end, at the time of our visit we were the only two European tourists in the entire country, which was nuts in itself. This meant they held on to our two passports at the airport for four days, we were not supposed to leave the capital city of Niamey and we would stand out from the crowd everywhere we went. They knew who were were, but it wasn’t daunting by any stretch. I usually buzz off these kind of moments. No other tourists? It was like the time I backpacked Adammia, Austenasia and Podjistan all in 2015 and on each occasion I was the first ever tourist in those three countries! Here in Niamey, I was 50% of the tourists and Marek was the other 50%.
Of course the fake news online didn’t help from the British, Irish and Polish governments telling us this place is too dangerous to go to and that we couldn’t possible get a visa never mind backpack the top sights of Niamey. How wrong and corrupt they all were – they never backpacked Niamey or Niger, they just made up some bullshit based on media. Luckily, real tourists don’t succumb to their left-wing excrement.
I headed TWICE to Berlin in Germany to nab the Niger Visa in the space of three weeks. Once to lodge the application with Marek, second time I went alone to collect the visas. That wasn’t easy, but gave me a nice reminisce at Checkpoint Charlie and we stayed in a cosy hotel in Wannsee. When the time finally came to head to Niger, we flew in to Niamey, Niger from Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso and left to Abidjan, Ivory Coast. There was a lot of madness to come of course.
About Niamey, Niger
Nestled along the Niger River, Niamey is the bustling capital and largest city of Niger. With a rich history and dynamic culture, the city is a hub of activity and growth. As of the latest census, Niamey had a population of slightly over 1 million residents, making it a vital center of life in this West / Central African nation. While the rest of Niger experiences rapid population growth fueled by the world’s highest fertility rate, Niamey’s expansion has been comparatively moderate in recent years. Despite this, the city thrives as a key player in the region’s economy. We based ourselves in the absolutely splendid Hotel Univers 3 Aeroport Luxe, which we found online and then we organised it through Ide the boss, who arranged to collect us at the airport and welcome us with prestigious acclaim.
Niamey is situated in an area known for pearl millet cultivation, reflecting its agricultural roots. The city also boasts a diverse range of industries, including brickmaking, ceramics, cement production, and weaving. Whether you’re whackpacking its vibrant markets, learning about its industries, sinking beers down the pub or admiring the Niger River, Niamey offers a unique glimpse into the heart of Niger. We didn’t linger long though – 4 days, 3 nights and we decided to skip the giraffe tour – the main reason was actually because Marek and I had seen hundreds of giraffes before, in numerous countries.
I had even kissed a giraffe at Kenya away in 2019, plus the 500 Euro price tag just to see “the last wild giraffes in western Africa” felt a bit far fetched, even once I had negotiated a blogger discount. So we focused on the sights of Niamey as well as a day chilling out by the pool and bar, a night watching music and a slight stress trying to solve a passport issue. Let’s backpack the sights of Niamey.
1.Grande Mosquee
Niger is 99% Muslim. You wouldn’t actually guess this when you’re backpacking it. Bars and alcohol seem to crop up in unlikely places. It’s not anywhere near as strict as Morocco or Mauritania in this regard. But Islam rules supreme. Visit the Grand Mosquee/Grand Mosque, or even some local mosques and you’ll of course hear the Call To Prayer many times here.
The Grande Mosquee is next to the DST – DST (Direction of Territory Surveillance / Direction de la Surveillance du Territoire – DST) which is where we believed our passports were being held while we were in Niger. I’ve written about that situation on other posts of course, including it as one of my top 17 memories from Niamey!
2.Musée National Boubou Hama (National Museum)
I’d say visiting the National Museum is a must at Niamey away. By doing this, you are actually killing about 5 birds on one stone! The Museum is called Musée National Boubou Hama, named after one of Niger’s most respected and esteemed people. It’s a massive complex with all sorts of surprises in store. Entry fee is 1, 500 Frcs / WAF (West African Francs). That’s £1.92 Northern Irish Pounds or $2.40 US Dollars. This is value for money as it has a national museum and exhibition, an outdoor zoo, traditional houses, a peace square, a craft’s market and even a view down to the Niger River. I’d actually call it a backpacker’s bargain. Just don’t miss it.
Once you get inside, you are encouraged to take a guide. Normally I decline, but this lad seemed to be honest and genuine and employed by the government and actually he was pretty good at his job. He first took us to the indoor museum part where we were…you guessed it the only tourists.
The Museum is named after Boubou Hama (1906 – 29 January 1982), who was a Nigerien (not to be confused with Nigerian!) writer, historian, and politician. He was President of the National Assembly of Niger under President of Niger, Hamani Diori. He died in Niamey, in 1982. The inside part of the museum has some history of Niger including stuffed animals, stamps, banknotes and weapons.
3.Our Lady of Perpetual Help Catholic Cathedral
Although it’s 99% Muslim here in Niger, there is a surprising presence of the Catholic church, and there are also plenty of bars and alcohol is widely available. We visited the main Cathedral – Our Lady of Perpetual Help Cathedral which is fairly central.
Here, we saw the main Cathedral, the small chapel and the outdoor church. We even met the priest here, an Italian Priest and the only white / Caucasian person we saw in our entire time in Niger!
4.Outdoor Zoo At Musée National Boubou Hama
I’ll admit this is the weirdest “zoo” that I’ve ever backpacked through. Basically inside the “National Museum”, yes the same museum in point 2, there are these random blue pop up buildings coem cages and each houses different animals as you backpack through a zoo without barely even realising it! In here, we saw porcupines, a male lion, a female lion, a warthog, crocodiles, a baboon, a hyena, hippos, a zebra, an ostrich and a few others. All the cages are blue in colour and really close to each other.
5.Crafts Market
We are basically backpacking three places on the same ticket! The entrance to Musée National Boubou Hama includes the national museum, the outdoor zoo and also the impressive crafts market. Marek enjoyed this and did some shopping, I just browsed.
6.National Football Stadium
In every country I visit, I try to visit the national football stadium, or at least some kind of football stadium, or at least have some kind of football experience. I did this in the first 100 countries I was in.
Here in Niamey, Niger we headed to Stade Général Seyni Kountché. It’s a huge 50,000 all seater. Niger have never qualified for the World Cup and have actually only qualified for 2 African Nations Cups, 2012 and 2013, a golden generation but they didn’t get out of the group stage either time. Scoring just one goal in 2012 and finishing bottom with 3 defeats. In 2013, they again finished bottom and got one draw, but didn’t score in the entire tournament.
7.Traditional Nigerien 🇳🇪 Buildings
Again, the Musée National Boubou Hama is the place to check out traditional Nigerien buildings, from old school mud huts to modern artistic blue and white housing. Quite profound and arty. Art and murals adorn the nearby streets too. It’s important to note the difference between the adjectives here for Niger and neighbouring Nigeria, we get similar situational confusions in the two Koreas, the two Irelands, Slovakia / Slovenia brace –
Niger – Nigerien – 🇳🇪 / Nigeria – Nigerian – 🇳🇬
8.I Love Niamey Sign
The I Love Niamey sign is located at the International Airport. Okay it’s not mindblowing, but at least they made an effort by putting this sign up! The main airport is called Diori Hamani International Airport and our hotel was just a 10 minute drive away.
9.Niger River
The Niger is the third-longest river in Africa, shorter than the Nile and the Congo River. I backpacked Jinja in Uganda, which is a place that claims to be the start of the Nile River. Trevor Warman, the Nomadic Backpacker backpacked the start of the Nile River at Burundi Away.
Here in Niger you can get a boat tour on the river, we didn’t, you can also watch the sunsink at one of the posh hotel bars next to the river. The biggest bridge here is Kennedy Bridge. You get your first glimpse of the Niger River just south of the National Museum.
There are a few other sights to check out of course – monuments, the national assembly, the massive market and wall murals. There was also a swanky area that we drove through, but didn’t stop at. Here are a few more photos from backpacking in Niamey, Niger.
Here are some videos from my time backpacking in Niamey, Niger:
“I want to be wild because my life is so tame” – Noel Gallagher.
I thought I’d do a different post on Niger, as opposed to my usual textbook top 7 sights posts. So here I’ll share my top 17 memories from my time backpacking in Niamey. Niamey is the capital city of Niger, and you’ll likely head here after securing your Niger visa as it’s where the main international airport is! There are some great websites for planning itineraries for your trip online and you can find Africa on the Essential Nomad site. They also cover Europe of course, but my recent trip was to Africa Away and bang in the middle of that, I found myself inspired in Niger…
1.Getting The Niger Visa in Berlin
We’ll start at the start with this madness. My trip to Niger all started in Berlin, Germany!!! We stayed at the Hotel Wannsee not far from the Niger Embassy and went there alone at 8:55 a.m. on a Monday morning (11.11.2024 to be exact) to try and get the visa.
We were told to come back two weeks later if, and only if the visa was confirmed. Two weeks later, I phoned the Niger Embassy in Berlin and to our delight, the visas were ready. I backpacked from Olsztyn in Poland to Berlin in Germany TWICE to secure the Niger visa. The second time, Marek stayed in Poland to work. For sure this would be worth it.
When our turn came round to finally land in Niamey, we didn’t know they keep your passports! We had a direct flight from Ouagadougou in Burkina Faso into Niamey in Niger. We landed on 26th December 2024!
Other tourists who had recently backpacked in Niger failed to mention this fact about the police keeping your passport. So here, I tell it like it is. This is a real travel blog by a real backpacker. On arrival, the Niger Police will keep your passport. This is a standard procedure and is nothing to worry about. The last previous time this had happened to me was when backpacking in North Korea in 2013. The immigration officers at Niamey Airport give you a slip with details on it, as well as DST written on the back. More on all that later…but the passport slip looks like this. When they give you this, you are told to go to the DST office in Niamey if you want your passport. DST means Direction of Surveillance of the Territory.
3.Sir Jonny and The Hotel Univers 3 Aeroport Luxe
After they kept our passports, we are finally through immigration and out in the Niger air. It’s dark already but I see the sign of “Sir Jonny” and our bus collects us and takes us straight to the excellent Hotel Univers 3 Aeroport Luxe from the airport. I had arranged this in advance and they knew I was a travel blogger and would be blogging about this trip.
It’s a warm welcome and I completely recommend staying At Hotel Univers 3 Aeroport Luxe, Niamey. We loved this hotel! This was the Second time I had been called a SIR. The first was when I backpacked through Adammia in 2015 and was given the title of Sir by Emperor Adam.
4.The First Beer, in Niger – Sorgho
I’m a poet but I know it. On arrival of course I wanted to try the local beer. So it was a BEER in NIGER. We tried both the local ones – Sorgho and Libs. Sorgho was actually the first one I had and in Niger we were only in 5 bars in the end, 3 of which were part of the hotel! I preferred Libs though – the national beer.
5.Doing the Danny Wiffen by accident
When I became aware we had not just one, but THREE swimming pools at our hotel, I was straight in for a swim and a dip. I was the only person in the pool all day, on Day 2!! In fact, Marek and I were the only two customers at the Poolside Bar and at the pool that day.
I did a few laps of the pool and when I looked back at the photos Marek had taken, spontaneously, it reminded me of Danny Wiffen. I was Danny Wiffen at Niger Away! Daniel Wiffen, born in England but grew up in Northern Ireland and is a multiple gold medal winning swimmer. In 2024, he secured Northern Ireland’s first Olympic gold medal since 1988!! What a superhero. Danny Wiffen Loyal!
I got my Northern Ireland flag out too so I could double do the Danny Wiffen at Niger Away. If this isn’t glory days loyal, I don’t know what is!
5.DST, not DSL
The passports were being held at DST (Direction of Territory Surveillance / Direction de la Surveillance du Territoire – DST) , as opposed to DSL (Don’t Stop Living). Marek had been worrried about our passports and even about missing our flight out if we didn’t have our passports on us when we got to the airport so he did some digging. We were told on Day 1 that our passports would be taken to a place called DST. We called them and no reply. On Day 3 early morning, we went straight there. It was the weekend so it was closed, even though there were people working there! We asked if they had our passports and they had no idea. We were probably the only two European tourists in the country at the time. It was pretty wild and unique. We left empty handed but Marek was getting itchy feet while I chilled out on the beer at the hotel.
Then Marek kept nagging at the reception staff on Day 3 to locate our passports. They made 10, 15, 20 calls and got nowhere. I knew in my head that our passports would only be in one of two places –
1.Niamey International Airport.
2.DST
Then Marek met a lad called Illiassou, who headed straight to Direction of Territory Surveillance on his motorbike, inviting us to meet him there later. He was a great lad and true to his word. Marek knew he was some kind of angel. We had to get a late afternoon taxi back there to DST. We asked again, no reply, no answer. But Illiassou got his phone out and was getting us the answer. Top man. Illiassou is a strict Muslim who spoke really good English and fluent Chinese Mandarin as he had lived in China for 5 years. He was a diamond here. He went to the Mosque to pray while Marek and I waited opposite DST.
After praying, Illiassou came back, made another few calls and discovered our passports were not at DST at all – they were at the airport! But Marek wanted to be sure so we drove all the way back to the airport to check. There were no flights at all, we went through security into an empty airport and the peeler brung over both our passports. We were the only 2 tourists in the country!
6.Grande Mosquee
Niger is 99% Muslim and so we had to visit the Grand Mosquee. What was even easier was that it is right next door to the DST!
7.Catholic Cathedral and Chapel
We headed to a Christian Hat-trick here. We saw the main Cathedral, the small chapel and the outdoor church. We even met the priest here, an Italian Priest and the only white / Caucasian person we saw in our entire time in Niger!
8.Hippos Open Wide
At the National Zoo which is also the National Museum, and is known as Musée National Boubou Hama, we saw hippos open wide. They opened their bakes and ate some food.
9.My Smile As Real As A Hyena’s
A crazy reminder of my time in 2013 backpacking Ethiopia’s Holy City of Harar, because at the National Museum and Zoo, Musée National Boubou Hama there are both stuffed hyenas and a live caged hyena. If you’re unaware of the reminder, then let’s look again – in 2013 my smiles was a real as a hyena’s when I fed hyenas mouth to mouth at dusk in Harar!
10.National Football Stadium 🏟
In every country I visit, I try to visit the national football stadium, or at least some kind of football stadium, or at least have some kind of football experience. I did this in the first 100 countries I was in.
Here in Niamey, Niger we headed to Stade Général Seyni Kountché. It’s a huge 50,000 all seater. Niger have never qualified for the World Cup and have actually only qualified for 2 African Nations Cups, 2012 and 2013, a golden generation but they didn’t get out of the group stage either time. Scoring just one goal in 2012 and finishing bottom with 3 defeats. In 2013, they again finished bottom and got one draw, but didn’t score in the entire tournament.
11.Grand Marche and Craft Market
Main markets are a must in Africa. The Grand Marche here is massive. There’s an inside bit and then the streets nearby. Markets in Africa are nuts. Marek bought some souvenirs, I didn’t as I wanted to wait for the airport, which in the end was a bad idea!
12.The I Love Niamey Sign
This is becoming nuts doing these touristic signs now! The I Love Niamey one is at the main airport so we dayed and nighted it!
13.Airport Return
On day 3, we were suddenly back at the airport again. This was because Marek wanted to check, confirm and see with his own two eyes that both our passports were definitely being held at the airport. Even though there were no flights at all for the next 8 hours, we went all the way through airport security (on a day we weren’t flying) and the police officers went and got our passports. We were the ONLY two tourists in the country.
So of course they knew who we were. They were polite and honest – they told us the government are currently asking the police to keep all passports at the border / airport for security and safety. Marek breathed a sigh of relief – I wasn’t as worried as him – I knew our passports would be there and in safe hands.
14.Surviving A Hi-Jacking Darkness Madness
On the final night on our way to watch local band Kennedy Star, a gang attempted to hijack our taxi, along with Marek and I. A lad burst in through the door and sat beside me questioning me in busy traffic in the darkness. It was all over in a flash. When we had convinced him that we were not American spies, he finally got out. We are just European tourists after all. We were not here for any political motive.
15.Live Local Band: Kennedy Star at Caupa Bangou
On the final night, Augustine, the Junior Manager of the hotel invited us to watch local band Kennedy Star in a nightclub called Caupa Bangou. This was a great night – we met the singer and chilled out with beers after the madness of the attempted hijacking.
16.$11 Guinness
Our last, final and ultimate beer at Niger Away was a bottle of Guinness for $11 US Dollars! Nuts in itself!! This was because we got to the airport 3.5 hours before our flight and yet the check-in desk didn’t even open until 1 hour 50 minutes before the flight! The bar open before departures had Guinness in bottles for $11 US and they had no local beer!
17.The Leaving Delay
A potential post of its own – leaving Niger was nuts. We had 7 separate safety and security checks…
1.Getting into the airport.
2.Queueing to get our boarding passes.
3.Passport check and departure stamp.
4.Bag check through the scanners.
5.Bag check after Duty Free.
6.Another bag check before the gate.
7.A final boarding pass and passport check at the gate.
In part 2 I was given two exactly the same boarding passes – nuts! What was annoying was we had no time to do anything. We were at the airport 3.5 hours before the flight. We had our Guinness and by the time they had opened the check-in desk, the flight was in 1 hour 50 minutes. I wanted to have a final beer at the airport in the cool sports bar and buy some souvenirs (I have none from Niger) but we were ushered through quickly and watched – we couldn’t even take photos of that and then we were finally on the aeroplane a whole HOUR before it took off. Odd security but that is the Niger system. We were their only tourists for those 4 days. Finally, we flew out direct to Abidjan, Ivory Coast.
Here are some videos from my time backpacking in Niamey, Niger:
By a nuts coincidence, Samuel Eto’o just randomly turned up at this match and was watching it in the stand, near me. At one point I was sat in front of him. At another point, there was nobody in the gap of seats between Samuel and I!
He was a gentleman and he gave me his autograph on the back of my match ticket! What an incredible memory from my visit to Cameroon. Apart from Roger Milla and Omam-Biyick, for me Samuel Eto’o is the third most famous and important Cameroonian of all time! And there was me chatting to him at a normal league match! Yet somehow that all links to December 2024 in the Ivory Coast and my reunion with Dayo Williams!
After meeting Samuel Eto’o in Cameroon, fast forward 9 months to December 2024 and I’m in the Ivory Coast, yes a rival country of Cameroon for football. I was reunited again with Dayo Williams. Dayo was my guide when I got my first Ivory Coast visa back in 2018. On that trip, I stayed at the swanky Ibis Plateau Hotel in Abidjan and backpacked the sights of Abidjan and the seaside city of Grand Bassam. This time we were staying at the Residences Touristhotel in Cocody, Abidjan. Marek was touring with me – we celebrated New Year 2025 here in the Cocody district, where we also tried to source the visa for the Central African Republic…we heard there was a Central African Republic Embassy here.
However, we spent an hour driving all around the Embassies District of Abidjan – we saw the Gabon Embassy, the Angola Embassy, even the USA Embassy and the France Embassy. But the Central African Republic Embassy in Abidjan has now closed. We found it and it looked like this (as of 30th December 2024)…also Abidjan isn’t actually the capital of Ivory Coast – it’s a coastal city, a monster and it’s viewed as the “commercial capital”, but Yamoussoukro is the actual capital city.
Our previous two failed attempts were in Warszawa, Poland and Ouagadougou, Burkina Faso.
Once we realised we had failed at getting a Central African Republic visa for the third time, we decided on a late breakfast with good food and coffee. Our guide Dayo knew just the spot and by a wild coincidence we were heading to Eto’o Food!! Yes, Eto’o!! Named after Cameroonian footballer Samuel Eto’o who I had met that year 9 months earlier at Cameroon Away! This looked to be a great spot for lunch, especially since it’s not always easy to find food with organic herbs in Africa.
After the delicious looking beef pepper rolls arrived, the lady brings over a hot flask and pours the water for our coffees. Marek awaits it below and it’s time to tuck in to this breakfast! We had extra chilli spice on them as it helps fend off those deadly mosquitoes. While we are not exactly food bloggers, we are certainly seasoned pioneers of the travel industry!
This was actually my favourite breakfast on that whole trip to Africa.
Here is a video of Friday’s Featured Food: Beef🥩Pepper🌶️Onion🧅Rolls🥖At Breakfast At Eto’o Restaurant in Abidjan, Ivory Coast 🇨🇮
“Go West, life is peaceful there” – Pet Shop Boys.
In December 2024, Marek Bladowski and I had a wild dream to backpack to the western most point of Saharan Africa. What even is that? Is there even a point where such a place exists and publicises itself? We dream up the wild things. Life ain’t a bowl of cherries, even though footballically, mine often is…life was never supposed to be mundane, banal or boring. This was an adventure befitting even the ardent double decadic backpacker. No syndrome of boredom was ever found on Don’t Stop Living.
“When I met you at university Jonny, I just knew you’d never be part of anything boring” – Sandy Dhaliwal.
“I think I’m too boring to date you Jonny” – Noemi Linzenbold*.
Boring and boredom won’t come into it here as we checked how to whackpack Spanish Sahara, Western Sahara, Morocco and Mauritania all on the one peninsula. After research however, it was clear that Senegal has the most Western point of mainland Africa. In fact in Senegal, it is the western most point of Afro-Eurasia! Yes, the most western point of three continents that touch – Asia, Europe and Africa! And that is in Dakar, the capital city. I’ve been to Senegal five times and stupidly not once have I done the western tip.
“The sink is full of fishes, she’s got dirty dishes on the brain” – Noel Gallagher.
After repeatpacking Tunisia Away, we had a direct flight to Nouakchott in Mauritania – the flight was delayed which was actually epic as Marek and I could drink extra red wine at Tunis Carthage International Airport to celebrate his birthday. Mauritania, the Islamic Republic is a dry state.
Although the departure time was 21:30, we’d finally leave around 1 a.m. the following day.
The flight included a decent meal and we finished the red wine on the flight as well as nabbing a gin and tonic which I bought at the sirport, knowing we’d be alcohol free for the next 5 days.
We were now in Mauritania! And then after researching, I realised that Cap Blanc, this little less ventured peninsula has a glorious title – here at Cappy B is the western most tip of Saharan Africa. Boom.
“A boom boom boom a let me hear you say way o!” – The Outhere Brothers.
This was a no brainer. As the sun rose over Mauritanian Sahara, we simply had to go here. You’ll never know how many doors can open on your personal life’s corridor. I was willing to ensure this one would be opened. It wasnt going to go astray or amiss like Senegal had done. Focus on the goal.
“Don’t take your eyes from the prize” – Dodgy.
Although Cap Blanc is not the westernmost point of Africa as Senegal nabbed that, due to the Earth’s tilt it is at least twice a year the last place in Africa where the sun sets! The name of the place is a peninsula known as Cap Blanc. White Cape. I’m in. We’re in.
“Tonight I’m gonna live for today so come along for the ride” – Robbie Williams.
Where Is Cap Blanc?
The short answer is western Africa. The real answer is a political enigma dished up to perfection by the Spanish, the French, the Moroccans, the Arabs and seriously the natives, the locals. Cap Blanc is their peninsula, not yours or mine. So yes, the short answer is western Africa. Atlases don’t lie.
“People don’t change that much” – Scott Callen.
History hasn’t been kind to Africa.
Colonisation, slavery, infrastructure issues, fake promises all lent their desperate souls to this, the world’s wildest continent outside Antarctica.
You see, Cap Blanc is a French name but this ain’t France. It would mean White Cape or White Point in English. There’s a lot of history to take in here.
What Is Spanish Sahara? 🇪🇸
Good question, and I did a bit of digging and separated it into sections here…
Unravelling the History of the Spanish Sahara: A Journey Through Time
The Spanish Sahara, now known as Western Sahara, is a region steeped in history, complex politics, and a long struggle for identity. Officially named the Spanish Possessions in the Sahara from 1884 to 1958, and later rebranded as the Province of the Sahara until 1976, this territory represented one of Spain’s final remnants of its once-expansive empire, which had stretched from the Americas to Asia. It makes some kind of Geographical sense given that the Canary Isles are still Spanish and off the coast nearby – in fact I backpacked Fuerteventura and Gran Canaria on my first ever trip to Mauritania in 2022. Plus you can backpack the EU in Morocco by visiting Ceuta and Melila, both part of Spain in Africa.
From Colony to Province
Spain’s presence in the Sahara began in 1884, marking its claim over the territory that would later become Western Sahara. Initially grouped with other Spanish-controlled regions like Cape Juby and Ifni, these areas were merged in 1946 to form the colony of Spanish West Africa. However, geopolitical tensions, particularly the Ifni War (1957-1958), led to a reversal of this union. Cape Juby was handed over to Morocco as part of a peace agreement, while Spanish Sahara and Ifni became separate provinces under Spanish governance.
The Road to Decolonization
The winds of change began sweeping through the region in the mid-20th century. Spain faced mounting pressure on multiple fronts, especially in the later years of Franco, who died in 1975. Internationally, the United Nations strongly advocated for decolonization, echoing global calls for self-determination. At the same time, the native Sahrawi population, led by the Polisario Front, intensified their fight for independence. Adding to the complexity were territorial claims from Morocco and Mauritania. Morocco, having gained independence in 1956, argued that the Spanish Sahara was historically part of its pre-colonial territory. Mauritania, too, staked a claim, citing its own historical ties to the region.
Spain’s Exit and a New Chapter
Ultimately, Spain relinquished control in 1976, no surprises it was after Franco’s death – bowing to international demands, Moroccan ambitions, and local resistance. The withdrawal marked the end of Spain’s colonial presence but left the region embroiled in territorial disputes that persist to this day. It’s a geographical enigma even in 2025.
A Legacy of Complexity
The story of the Spanish Sahara is far from simple. It is a narrative of colonialism, resistance, and unresolved claims that continue to shape the region’s identity. As Western Sahara remains a contested territory, its history serves as a poignant reminder of the enduring impacts of imperialism and the ongoing quest for self-determination. Stay tuned as we delve deeper into the stories of resilience and the players shaping the modern face of this remarkable region.
What Is Western Sahara? 🇪🇭
Tiris al-Gharbiyya or ‘Western Tiris’ was the name for the area of Western Sahara under Mauritanian control between 1975 and 1979. After that, Morocco claim it but it is still debated. Before that, Spain claimed it and governed it. It’s all a bit wild. When I backpacked Western Sahara in 2017, I crossed the border from Morocco and stayed at Hotel Jodesa in El Aiaun the capital city. I personally count Western Sahara as a real country.
Western Sahara is a vast and contested land of approximately 272,000 square kilometers (105,000 square miles). Despite its size, it is one of the most sparsely populated territories in the world, with vast desert plains making up much of its landscape. Home to an estimated 618,600 people, nearly 40% reside in Laayoune/El-Aaiún, the region’s largest city, controlled by Morocco.
A Land Divided
Today, Western Sahara remains deeply divided. Around 70% of the territory, including key cities and natural resources, is occupied and administered by Morocco. The remaining 30% is under the control of the Sahrawi Arab Democratic Republic (SADR), backed by Algeria, which governs its portion of the territory from exile. This division reflects a broader struggle over sovereignty, with the SADR claiming rightful ownership and the United Nations recognizing the Sahrawi people’s right to self-determination.
Colonial Roots and the Path to Dispute
Western Sahara’s colonial history began with Spain, which controlled the area as Spanish Sahara until 1975. The United Nations first flagged the territory for decolonization in 1963, following demands from Morocco. Over the next decade, pressure mounted, with UN resolutions urging Spain to hold a referendum on self-determination. In 1976, Spain relinquished administrative control to a joint administration involving Morocco and Mauritania. This arrangement quickly unraveled as the Sahrawi nationalist movement, the Polisario Front, resisted, proclaiming itself the legitimate representative of the Sahrawi people and establishing the SADR. After years of conflict, Mauritania withdrew in 1979, leaving Morocco with de facto control over most of the territory. The mural below shows this – I took that photo in El-Aiaun, Western Sahara.
The Ongoing Struggle for Independence
The UN has consistently recognized the Polisario Front as the legitimate representative of the Sahrawi people and has upheld their right to self-determination. Yet, Western Sahara remains a colonial remnant, often referred to as “Africa’s last colony.” A UN-brokered ceasefire in 1991 brought an end to active conflict but left the issue unresolved. Morocco administers most of the territory with support from allies like France and the United States, while the SADR retains control of the sparsely populated eastern areas. Efforts to resolve the dispute have included attempts to gather international recognition. To date, the SADR has been formally recognized by 46 UN member states, has joined the African Union, and continues to lobby for broader support.
A Region in Stalemate
The fate of Western Sahara remains uncertain. Countries like Russia adopt a neutral stance, urging peaceful resolutions. Meanwhile, Morocco and the Polisario Front continue their diplomatic battle for legitimacy, particularly in the developing world.
As international pressure ebbs and flows, Western Sahara stands as a stark reminder of unfinished colonial histories and the enduring fight for self-determination. Whether through diplomacy or a referendum, the question remains: will Western Sahara ever achieve full independence?
What Is Morocco? 🇲🇦
You’ll probably know this one. It’s either the Western Sahara bit plus the main Morocco bit, or it’s just the northern bit. Most of the population of Morocco live in the north – those cities are massive – Rabat, Casablanca, Marrakesh and Agadir.
Now that political enigmation is out of the way, let’s focus on the tourism here – here goes a long one…
On that trip, I arrived into Nouadhibou by the world’s longest train, the famous iron ore train through the Sahara Desert 🏜 which started in the desert village of Choum. On that trip I backpacked it alone.
This time, in December 2024, I was backpacking in Mauritania with Marek Bladowski. We had plans to get a double entry Mauritania Visa and cross in and out of Western Sahara. However, on arrival at Nouakchott International Airport, they totally refused our requests for multiple entry visas. Instead we got a single entry Mauritania Visa on Arrival! It was a shock as we had originally planned to do the deep Sahara desert again at Chinguetti.
We based ourselves in Nouadhibou anyway and stayed in a quiet chill out backpacker’s retreat called Villa Maguela. While there, we met a mix of Mauritanians, Ghanaians, Italians, Germans, Australians, French and Greek. We backpacked the sights of Nouadhibou with Kai, from Germany, who also joined us for coffee in the city’s Spanish Restaurant (and I skipped lunch there in protest!).
Kai also joined us for the Cap Blanc adventure. I should mention that locally it is known by Mauritanians as Ras Nouadhibou.
Short History Of Cap Blanc / Ras Nouadhibou
Ras Nouadhibou (Arabic: رأس نواذيبو) is a 60-kilometre (37 mi) peninsula or headland divided by the border between Mauritania and Western Sahara on the African coast of the Atlantic Ocean. It is internationally known as Cabo Blanco in Spanish or Cap Blanc in French (both meaning “White Headland/ White Point”). The story of Western Sahara’s borders traces back to the late 19th century, when Spain first staked its claim. In 1885, Spain marked its territory between 20° 51′ N, near Cap Blanc, and 26° 8′ N, near Cape Bojador. By 1887, this protectorate was being administered from the Canary Islands, solidifying Spanish influence in the region.
France soon followed, laying claim to parts of Western Sahara as colonial ambitions converged. In 1900, a joint convention between France and Spain formally established the boundary, dividing the territory into Spanish Sahara and French West Africa. This agreement set the stage for the modern border that now separates Western Sahara from Mauritania. Tiris al-Gharbiyya or ‘Western Tiris’ was the name for the area of Western Sahara under Mauritanian control between 1975 and 1979 and the flag looked like this.
Today, this historic boundary remains, but the dynamics have shifted. The western side of the border is policed by Mauritania, as neither Morocco nor the Polisario Front currently occupies the area. This arrangement underscores the region’s complex colonial legacy and the continuing disputes over control and sovereignty. Western Sahara’s borders tell a story of colonial ambition, negotiation, and the enduring impact of decisions made over a century ago. These lines in the sand remain central to the region’s ongoing struggle for stability and identity.
The Entrance To Cap Blanc
Once you get to the entrance gate, two things will happen. Firstly you’ll have to pay the entry charge. It’s a national park. It’s called Reserve Satellite Du Cap Blanc.
You sadly don’t get an actual ticket.
Secondly, they’ll check your passport and the guards will take a photo of them on their phones. Passport checks in Mauritania are nuts. We had 10 stops and checks on a 7 hour minibus from Nouakchott to Nouadhibou and at 8 of those, they checked our passports. You get used to that at Mauritania Away.
The passport check here is done for an additional reason though. You’re at the border. This peninsula has two countries on it (arguably three). And since you’re unofficially walking across the sand border from Mauritania to Western Sahara, they check you. It’s also because we were entering from the Mauritania side. If you enter from the Mauritania side, you must go back to the Mauritania side. Same on the other side. If you enter from the Morocco side, then you go back through the Morocco side. Any other way, you’ll be illegal. You can see the border point on the road we drove down. At a few different points, we even veered over the border in the car through the sandy roads.
The Lighthouse At Cap Blanc
The most prominent building you’ll notice on arrival at Cap Blanc is the Lighthouse. You can’t miss it.
The Lighthouse was built in 1910 and oddly isn’t right at the tip. As it was built by Mauritania, they control this side, yet just a few metres on the other side of the lighthouse and you are suddenly at Morocco Away. Or Western Sahara. Gosh this gets confusing!
The Invisible Border At Cap Blanc
Google maps shows you a clear border here at Cap Blanc. It’s a land border and it’s a sand border. There is no fence, no barrier and no signs.
The Lighthouse was built by Mauritania so that’s a clear signal that it’s their side of the border. A few metres west of it and you’re suddenly in either Spanish Sahara, Western Sahara 🇪🇭 or Morocco 🇲🇦. It’s a political enigma of course. There is no actual Morocco or Mauritania flag here – I guess they came to an agreement not to do that, since there is no actual border post to officially cross here…well except this hint…
You decide where you are. I was at ease with all 3, but as I’d backpacked Western Sahara before, I recognise it as separate.
What Is There To Do At Cap Blanc?
Firstly admire the gorgeous views of the Atlantic Ocean. Watch the many boats coming and going, some local fishing boats, others cargo vessels.
Secondly check out the Lighthouse and you can go to the top if you wish. I didn’t need to. Then you can cross the border in your mind and compare the buildings on both sides.
There’s a ruined ghost town village here called La Guera. Nobody lives here. It’s on the Western Sahara side. There are beaches on both sides of the border, bereft of people. I didn’t swim or lie on the beach.
There is also a seal colony for endangered seal 🦭 species. There’s an information centre about that, more east and on the Mauritania side but we didn’t go in. There are also lots of information boards.
Make sure you don’t venture too far across the border as it’s technically illegal. The fact you paid money and did the passport check still doesn’t justify crossing full on into Morocco and making a run for it. There is not even a place to get a passport exit stamp for Mauritania or a passport entry stamp for Western Sahara or Morocco. We wouldn’t have done that anyway if it was an option, since we were heading back to Mauritania and would therefore have needed another entry visa! Fly the Northern Ireland flag then go back to the other side!
Organising Cap Blanc
Find a driver in town (Nouadhibou) to do it – he will drive you there, wait for you and then bring you back. We were in the Spanish Restaurant bar and we asked the staff if they knew a guide who could take us. A Spanish lady came over and she quickly found us a local driver called Omar. He’s in some of the videos. Tourism hasn’t taken off big time in Mauritania even though they think it has – and while I tried to help the locals and local tour companies, I found – they don’t really like bloggers, nor want us to help nor want to help us. Hard facts Mauritania – swallow your bitter pill. This post is mostly for other tourists just to show you how to get to Cap Blanc, this fascinating peninsula with two countries on it that also happens to be the western most tip of Saharan Africa.
And with that, at 4,000 plus words for a very simple bit of backpacking, I’ll end this post!
I never expected to visit 5 bars in the CAR, nevermind double figure it, but here we are, there we were. In my previous few countries – Niger I drinkpacked only 5 bars and in Burkina Faso just the 9, with Mauritania limited to 5 non-alcoholic ones. But here in Central African Republic, it was the drinking dozen, well 11 we drank in, and one we declined as they had no alcohol. Two of these are on the shitlist! All this after a completely mental four country, four attempt visa struggle. I already covered the Central African Republic visa situation in our top sights of Bangui post.
We stayed in the excellent Gust Hotel in Bangui (which will feature on this list) and it was thanks to Tognama there we got our visa 7 minutes before boarding the flight. Tognama also drove all the way to Boali Falls with us.
1.Village Samba Bar, Boali Falls
To be overlooking these beautiful waterfalls in the heart of Africa enjoying a beer listening to the water was a pure travel delight. It was a moment to cherish as we walked into Village Samba, the waterfall local! It felt lika a textbook African Pub we dream of and reminded me of Botswana Away in 2011 and 2019!
In here I chose the Mocaf Citron, which is a Central African Republic beer with lemon added. Surprisingly this one is only 2% but it did the job whilst enjoying one of the most remote waterfalls in the world.
2.Fuchsia Bar, Bangui
On our second day here, but the first morning we had our driver looking for a bar to relax with a beer. After a wild goose chase (the driver had no clue – a cheat scammer asshole called Michal / Mikhal) he took us to a cafe that was shut but was also a money changer. Then he took us to a shit hotel and got us scammed. Then he took us to a trendy looking “international” restaurant which didn’t sell beer! Finally we spied some bars ourselves with bar signs outside them and he stopped at Fuchsia Bar, which had a car park and was open, well we were the only customers…
Here in Fuchsia, we sipped two cold Mocafs each while our asshole driver decided to go on the drink and sipped a brace of 33 Export Cameroonian beer. Marek and I were more CAR nationalistic than him! The waitress was cool and the bar pumped a decent beat even though nobody else was here. I guess it gets more lively at night eh?
We saw the sign entrance reads FUCHSIA but instead of being pronounced FUCKSIA, it is pronounced FOOSHA!
3.Gust Hotel Bar, Bangui
Of course I gave to mention the excellent Gust Hotel Bar, our home for three nights. We actually drank here 4 days in a row as we had one last beer just before heading to the airport. It also holds the accolade of the bar where I had my first ever Central African Republic beer – a Mocaf! Thanks to Tognama, Desire, Bruno, Constantine and Alicia for excellent hospitality here.
We also tried the local drink Bilibili here for the first time. We also enjoyed Cameroonian red wine here and of course the daily breakfasts, football on the TV and ice cold Mocaf beers.
4.Four Saisons Hotel Bar
The swankiest bar on the list and actually one to dodgeball – the fucking Four Saisons Hotel and Bar. Skip it. Ripoff pricing and we were taken here as a scam by our asshole taxi driver Mickal who blagged the most expensive chicken dinner on the menu with us paying for it. This was not on our list of places to go – I hated it. Our friend and guide and visa hero Tognama had told our driver to take us to a trendy bar and restaurant, but he ignored that to take us here.
Still, the coconut balls and spring rolls were decent and the chef is a Chinese lad so they even had Chinese beer in cans. We drank the local Mocaf though.
5.Gust Hotel Balcony Bar – A Wedding Party!
Even more than just drinking in the hotel’s downstairs bar, and in our rooms, we managed to get an invite to a wedding in the swanky, trendy upstairs balcony bar. We didn’t gatecrash the wedding party, we were invited!
This was so spontaneous and organised by Daniel Yadin, on Marek’s right in the photo below. It was incredible to be attending a wedding party as the only foreigners – the local people were so friendly and welcoming. I was overwhelmed by it all.
6.Pierre D’Onx Restaurant, Boali
After backpacking the magnificent Boali Falls, a mini zoo, some local beers in Village Samba and crossing the Liane Rope Bridge, it was time for a lunch. We wanted to get away from Boali Falls themselves and settled for the Pierr D’Onyx Restaurant near the junction entrance to Boali Village, at Pierre D’Onyx, they even have a hotel…
Bar Pierre D’Onyx is in front of the gates to the hotel. This is a trendy wee restaurant, fairly upmarket I’d say and it’s on the periphery of a hotel here. We didn’t go into the hotel, which is Motel La Pierre D’Onyx. The Bar has seats with Onyx written on them but seems to also be called Chez Papa Elie. That said, their Facebook Page is Pierre D’Onyx and that’s what people know it by.
We ordered up the textbook local Mocaf Beers – standard for Marek and I. We ordered up a whole roasted chicken which came with sides of salad, dried then fried apples, dried then fried plantains plus spicy sauce. Tognama has a juice and we start chatting about life and travels!
In Central African Republic, food always takes at least an hour to arrive (except for breakfast at our hotel, which was basically ready for us at 7.30 a.m. everyday). After 2 hours, the chicken still hadn’t arrived and just before this, a chicken walked past us.
We joked that this was our chicken. It might well have been our chicken because about 10 minutes later, our feast arrived!
7.Orient Boutique, Bangui
Due to the security and police presence in Central African Republic, we got to the airport at 9 a.m. for a 13.40 p.m. flight. Yes, I know this is 4 hours 40 minutes early, but we were happy to just chill at the airport, maybe have a last drink and bite, grab some souvenirs and secure a safe and smooth passage out of Bangui and back to Addis Ababa in Ethiopia.
A shock was in store when we realised that at 9.00 a.m. not just one bar, or two bars, but three bars at the airport were open before even going through to departures. The boarding didn’t open until 10.40 a.m. anyway. We actually had time for a beer in 4 different airport bars as nuts as it nuts.
It’s got to the point where on Thirsty Thursdays I am even backpacking airport bars now on “Airport Pub Crawls” – we did the same in Burkina Faso if you read my Thirsty Thursdays on Ouagadougou! The first bar at the airport was called Orient Boutique! After two cold beers there, they suddenly had no more COLD beer in the fridge, so we looked around and…
8.Francia Boutique, Bangui
Opposite Orient Boutique we spotted another bar, called Francia Boutique. An irony here as it was originally the French Embassy in Warszawa that first refused to grant us a visa for the Central African Republic. In other irony, here we drank an Isenbeck beer which was “made in Cameroon, based on a German recipe”. Nice! We didn’t take any photos in this bar! It was opposite Orient Boutique, had a quick one and then were ushered to check-in to our direct flight to Addis Ababa, Ethiopia.
9.Airport Departures Downstairs Bar, Bangui
Once we had left our luggage in and got our boarding passes to WARSZAWA! Yes – Bangui to Warsaw (okay – via Addis Ababa and Vienna!), we felt more comfortable. We knew we were on our way home to Europe and that we would get into Poland with no more visa stress and problems.
We got our exit stamp and suddenly were in a relaxed going away lounge, where we spied two bars and four souvenir shops. We flew the Central African Republic flag while sipping what we thought would be our last Mocaf before boarding our flight. But the flight was delayed.
10.Voyageurs Airport Upstairs Bar, Bangui
The flight delayed gave us time to explore and I was surprised to find yet another bar upstairs in the airport. The two ladies working here were surprised to see two foreign white tourists and invited us in. I actually bought souvenir fridge magnets in here for Mum’s ever-growing collection. I think it was called Voyageurs Bar, which means Travellers in English, a reminder of the famous Traveller’s Tavern Bar at Vicky C which of course features in most of my books, specifically the Backpacking Centurion series.
We ended up drinking two more Mocaf in the delay and hanging out with the staff including bargirl Nicole and one of the customers joined Marek and I for farewell to Central African Republic.
And as we sipped the last sip of that Mocaf, it was suddenly time to board our flight direct to Addis Ababa. We met another backpacker here just before boarding – Laleena!
Now that’s my top 10 bars from our quick 4 day jaunt to CAR, so now it’s time for the shitlist so here are the two to avoid!!
The Shitlist!
11.La Terrasse International Restaurant
Despite being called “International Restaurant”, this one let us down! It looked like it was open at noon on a Saturday for lunch and beers. When we got inside, we were the first customers, the only customers and they didn’t serve alcohol. As Marek professed, even in a 70% Christian country, “that’s not very international then is it?”
We gazed at the menu, decided not to order the “Zero Percent Beer” and left promptly!
12.Scammer Shit Hotel – Kitika Hotel
One hotel to definitely avoid is the Scammer Shit Hotel where Tunisians who acted like Jews co-operated with our asshole driver and the army to take our passports and scam money from us. Assholes. I left a massive shit in the toilet and didn’t clean it. I wish I had done it on the floor. I took 2 fast photos here as they banned us. Avoid it and do shits on their faces.
Here are some videos from my time drinkpacking the bars of Central African Republic:
**It’s time to retire my lovely forest green backpack!!**
“Days that found you; grace that bound you” – Teenage Fanclub.
General wear and tear, two snapped zips, one broken zip cord, a torn sleeve and more stains than a brothel’s bed, but this exact green backpack has successfully backpacked through 101 countries with me in just 7 years!! It’s a great backpack from THINK TANK PHOTO Mind Shift GEAR Japan which I got back in 2018 and wrote a great review about it!! If you can fall in love with a backpack, this was the one – the colour, the size, the shape, the pockets, the handiness, the feel. It had everything!
Hopefully I’ll upgrade to their latest backpack next. The first trip with my BackLight®18L From Mindshift Gear was Northern Ireland to Turkmenistan via Azerbaijan. The latest and the final curtain was Central African Republic to Poland via Ethiopia and Austria! The backpack has been stolen, lost and found. The backpack has been to beaches, tunnels, prisons, football stadiums, art galleries, peeler stations, bars, restaurants, airports and film sets. The backpack has been to Hitler’s town, Mussolini’s hung square and the genocide museum in Rwanda. #backpack #backpacker #backpacking #mybackpack #longevity #backpackingloyal #thinktank #mindshiftgear #101countries #dontstopliving
I originally counted 101 countries that this exact Forest Green backpack has backpacked in, but actually it is more – I’ve included everywhere it has been here including train, bus and airport stops as a full guide to the life of this epic backpack! In 2019, I even backpacked through the Oasis album (What’s The Story) Morning Glory? cover at London Away.
2018
My Backpack – The BackLight®18L From Mindshift Gear was sent from USA – Northern Ireland.
39.The Netherlands 40.Angola 41.Namibia 42.Zimbabwe 43.Zambia 44.South Africa 45.Lesotho
2021
46.Lithuania 47.Uzupis 48.Albania 49.Seychelles 50.Qatar 51.Barbados 52.Grenada 53.Saint Vincent And The Grenadines 54.Saint Lucia 55.Dominica 56.Saint Martin 57.Sint Maarteen 58.Guadeloupe 59.Antigua And Barbuda 60.Tortola
2022
61.Portugal 62.The Azores 63.Cape Verde Islands 64.Guernsey 65.Alderney 66.Isle Of Man 67.Spain / Canary Islands 68.Mauritania 69.Scotland 70.Cuba 71.Dominican Republic 72.Turks And Caicos Islands * 73.Jamaica 74.Curacao 75.Haiti 76.The Bahamas
96.Romania 97.Moldova 98.Gagauzia 99.Cameroon 100.Gabon 101.Sao Tome i Principe 102.Monaco 103.Seborga 104.Wales (I forgot the backpack was there in February 2019!) 105.Sovereign Military Order Of Malta 106.Western Sahara/Spanish Sahara 107.Mali * 108.Burkina Faso 109.Togo 110.Benin 111.Ivory Coast 112.Niger
2025
113.Central African Republic
So there you go it was actually in 113 countries, though Turks And Caicos Islands* and Mali* were just at the airport!
What a journey for My Forest Green Backpack – The BackLight®18L From Mindshift Gear!!!! Thanks for the memories and good riddance!