Necessarily, in the act of retelling the African Brew Ha-Ha in book form, I have had to leave out much of the random nature of the trip, which in many ways is what made the journey so unforgettable: a glance, a smile, a helpful lift of the bike, a delighted child, a curious immigration officer, a generous maman by the roadside, a big-hearted sweaty hug, a talented mechanic and all the time the ingenuous smiles in the villages and towns and along the roadside. How do they do it? Three months before I left, the advice from one of my Tea Encounters was to bring a smile with me; well, that wasn't too difficult on this astonishing continent.
In this and in many other ways, Africa has never failed to surprise (more than the word, as Tabot would say). I may not have been able to rely on systems, institutions, timetables, road signs, the law, embassies, petrol stations, brand names, medication, plumbing, electricity supplies or opening times... but I could rely on the people. And I'm fully aware of that paradox. Essentially, I have learned to expect the best out of people - someone who has fallen over and needed rescuing as many times as I have can reach no other conclusion.
African Brew Ha-Ha Alan Whelan p348-9