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Recommend this entry Has been recommended Send news. Log in No account? Create an account. Remember me. QR code. Previous Share Flag Next. Lome Loh-may , Togo's captial city, is much like the other African cities I've visited - dirty, crowded, chaotic, hot and swarming with mopeds and mototaxis. With a significant amount of hassle and confusion, Little Sara, Zoey and I were able to cross the border, purchase visas, change our money and locate our hotel, thanks to Sara's smallsmallFrench and our general intrepidness and resourcefulness, and some help from some friendly Togolese gals who may or may not have been prostitutes.
Our afternoon in Lome was spent wandering the muddy quagmires of streets, a side effect of the rainy season, in the market area trying not to contaminate our feet or flip flops with stagnant gutter-water.
We made our way towards the towering Hotel 2 de Fevrier, a solo skyscraper that stretches upwards against the skyline. We took the elevator the first I've encountered in Africa to the fancy 35th floor bar with a panoramic view of the city, and as we leaned back in our plush easy chairs, sipped seven dollar cocktails and speared olives with tootpicks, contemplated the disconnect between our lives as American tourists and the lives of the residents of Lome trying to eek out a living by peddling toothbrushes and plastic trinkets from a wheelbarrow or frying up yam balls on the side of the street.
