Un monde, des Idees - One World, Many Ideas

It was a kind of dream, a dream that have germinated in my head since I took the plane to live in France. I was dreaming of travelling the other way round but by road. Just to feel the softness of the soil under my feet. Just to meet Africans on my way to home. A significant event struck my imagination in 2005 when I saw for the first time the motorcycle diaries, an impressive movie that make me cry. Because this deep desire to travel through Africa, to discover its inhabitants, to see what we do have in common, what make us unique, what is our  cultural identity, what are the actual challenges, dreams and potential. As did the movie recalling the history of The CHE GUEVARA. This dream has never left me. And I want to step in now, to do it by stating with West Africa. Here is the little background for this "useless" travel.

Useless because it has no pretention, no ambition to provide something, no political or artistic aspiration. Just a "useless " travel for me and for my fellows. I want to take the road that leads me to others, that fill my empty soul and to brainwash all unnecessary things that I have stoked in my head. To bring me back to my roots, out of the frame of humanitarian, out of the focus of the camera.

We will use second hand cars, maps, second hand tires, fire wood, night lamps, car pumps, mechanics tools, car jack, shovels, digging hoe, machetes and other odd  that are unusual to many. That will help us to cross the desert, to take the unbeaten paths, to drive off-road, to do barbecue and to rescue our transportation mean when stuck in the mud or sand.

7000 kilometers and about 700 liters of fuel to be burned by car; Yep it sound like not very ECOLO. However, I can assure you that it represents my monthly CO2 emission in Bordeaux, even if I am very precautious about environment and tend to have environmental friendly behavior in my living style.

So it is on! Join us in the adventure if you wish. I will post here photo, video and text. I will talk about faces encountered, about humors, about border customs, about food, colors, heat, and mechanical problems, about cylinder head gasket, about tales, witchcrafts, Marabu, Voodoo Masters, traditions and cultures. And perhaps other topics if you ask for it.

May the earth accept are grievances, may the old spirit bless our humble ideas, may the desert guide us to the oasis and may our soul be humble and discover the purity and vitality of the heart of FARAFINA. FARAFINA means in DIOULA the earth of Black People. Dioula is the main language spoken in Burkina Faso. Farafina is acknowledged being the traditional name of Africa.

That's what's about here.

Eblomon (means see you later in Fon, my mother tongue)

Marco