In this part I travel through Mali, Côte d’Ivoire and Ghana, visit the world’s biggest mud brick building and a Basilica that is higher than the Saint Peter in Rome.
In this part I travel through Ghana, and Burkina Faso, recover from the malaria, visit the world's third largest man-made lake by volume, fill up fuel from a British pump, are ashamed when I hear how my countrymen in the past treated the slaves and mount a new front tyre.
In this part I, travel through Burkina Faso, Togo, Benin and Niger, have a good rest at Chez Alice, get my body back to full strength in her restaurant, repair and reinforce my cases, use the letter of credit from the Dutch automobile association to acquire a new rear tyre, visit the annual voodoo festival and walk together with the King’s brother through the palace grounds.
In this part I, travel through Niger, Nigeria and Cameroon, see young men dancing to impress the women, visit the Gorilla Camp, struggle through mud, mud and more mud, get help from the friendly and hospitable locals and have my 40th birthday.
In this part I, travel through Cameroon, Chad and Cameroon again, ride lots of kilometres on dirt roads, travel with 2 Dutch women and spend time in a beautiful old volcanic region.
In this part I, travel through Cameroon, Gabon and the Republic of the Congo, travel with 2 Dutch women, are asked to start a ferry with the R1 battery, cross the Equator, pass the hospital where a Nobel prize winner lived and have my first taste of Congolese roads!
Exhaust spitting out muddy water!!! In this video I travel through the Republic of the Congo, find out that ‘Route National 1’ is nothing more than a dirt track, have the locals helping me pushing the R1 through the mud, and – as Yamaha South Africa later on described it – have the most expensive water pump that Yamaha ever build. Don’t miss out on that legendary shot! Seen at 11:48
While I travel through both of the Congo’s I struggle through the mud on their ‘Highway 1’, buy fuel out of bottles, change brake pads on the roadside, see the effects of a civil war, pitch my tent in the port from the capital Brazzaville, cross the Congo River, spend the night in the yard of the police force and fly back to Kinshasa with an elderly Antonov 24PB to pick up a bike part after I break down with the R1.
After a forced rest from nearly 2 month due to a faulty water pump seal I restart my travel through the Democratic Republic of the Congo, hit a tree stump after 200 km, glue a crack in the sump, open my blocked header pipes with hammer and chisel, get a lift in a four-wheel drive truck and ride more muddy roads.
While making my way through the Congo I reach a river that we cross in a dugout, have my tent surrounded by hundred kids, follow narrow tracks through the bush, are invited by a priest, ride the road of the 2 bridges, hit the ground plenty of times, have a toe in all colours of the rainbow, visit a doctor but don’t take his advice and put my R1 headlight deep in the water.
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