We spent a week in Cotonou, Benin Republic in December. It was not wild, it was a nice lulling ride on a sunny day.
Between conversing with our hosts via Google Translate and eating potatoes everyday, it was nice to finally explore this tiny town that borders Lagos.
We stayed at Fidjrosse in Cotonou, right next to the beach and took kekes (what they call their motorcycles) to get around. With dramatic hand gestures and butchered words, we were lucky not to get lost. You should know that my few weeks of studying French on Duolingo went poof when I was confronted with the first complex sentence.
Here are some of the photos from our trip. (Hashtag: Photo overload.)Postcards from Cotonou!I couldn’t look away from this pink wall. It somehow managed to be the prettiest thing on this street despite its state. Restaurant at the Artisanal Centre. (There were pickles and potatoes in our shawarma. Pickles!)They do love their motorcycles here. Everyone owns one. Nifty. Here I am posing with a tree in front of a beautiful Post Office.Kov, a scarf and the sunset.
Crepes and cocktails at this nice roadside bar beside the airport.The entrance to the home of a beautiful stranger* who helped us and fed us.I liked this cute little corner at the corner of a gallery we visited.Fuel is sold in these funky bottles by the roadside. Yes, we found it odd too…
I’m going to sign out of this photo-heavy post with even more photos:
Happy New Year, people!