“Haha, the white man looks scared,” crowed the delightful lady who’d just sold me mobile phone credit, as I clambered on to the back of a motorbike a few miles away from the Togolese/Ghanaian border. Holding on for dear life on a motorbike as I went into Togo wasn’t outlined to me by Coco when […]

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